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A Day in the Life
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#1
The Very British Pub was one of her favorite places. Well, in Sandsbridge, at least. A two-story building, dark wooden walls and English windows, above the door its name was proclaimed by brass letters showing out of a blue signboard.

As she walked past the entrance, welcoming, familiar scents. Ale, greasy cuisine. Strawberry Fields Forever, sang the stereo. The Beatles again? Not that she minded, not at all! She had some chat about music with Mr. Willis, the pub owner; he wasn't unaware of less obvious choices, however there was something to be said about not being too niche.

Mr. Willis was busy enough serving some chattering patrons, but he still greeted Erika as she approached. She tipped her bowler - she didn't always take a bowler to The Very British Pub; but she often did. “A beer?” “A beer!”.

That was their codeword. The very first day the pub had opened, Erika had walked in and ordered a beer, not otherwise specified. Nobody did that in real life. Only in movies, because screenwriters couldn't be bothered choosing a beer style. He’d poured her ‘a beer’, then casually dropped a few anecdotes on the brew itself. Concluding that, indeed, it was a beer. Since then, she'd often ordered ‘a beer’, knowing she would've been given a wisely selected one, and, if the time allowed for it, some bit of knowledge as well. Not today, though.

Not today, hah.


Was Joshua already there? A few vaguely familiar faces were in the pub, but not him. She sat at a table not far from the entrance, took out her iPhone. And she thought she was late! Better send him her location by Whatsapp - no: Telegram - just in case he was lost. He was not from Sandsbridge, after all.

She waited. Tempted to go out for a walk, instead - but: the beer. The door was immobile, no arrival in sight. Now if you stare at it, it'll never open. Look elsewhere, count up to one hundred. One… two… three...

Warm dim lights were absorbed by more dark wood: artificially aged paneling, small tables, stools, benches made more comfortable by red leather padding. The bar, to the left of the entrance, displayed a parade of alcoholic beverages, a regularly updated selection of draught beers.

...seven… eight… nine…

Just in case someone still had doubts on the owner’s subtlety, a large British flag was painted behind the counters (...eleven… twelve… no, wait, skipped some number). British-themed photos and paintings decorated all other walls -not that she recalled all of them, but there was a Big Ben one, somewhere, and a rather arty pic of a phone box. It was all so meta. Were all the customers aware of how tongue-in-cheek all of that was? Shame if they were not: it made the experience so much more enjoyable.

And she'd definitely lost track of her countdown!Meanwhile, the stereo had switched to A Hard Day’s Night.
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 5'10"
Plotter: LINK
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49 Posts
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#2
Joshua had no difficulty in finding The Very British Pub, its very presence stood out boldly among the quaint New England shops that lined the busy street on which it was located. It was distinctly British with large green planters filled with shrubbery situated beneath each of the English windows. The place looked more like a stereotypical pub than most similar drinking establishments in England did. It was as if the owner wanted to establish a little patch of the green and pleasant land right here in the US of A.

Joshua paused before entering the pub, pulling out his iPhone to double check the time. The two regularly chatted via Facebook and other social media but their last in person meeting left Joshua feeling a bit awkward.  Erika had come down to New York for a visit to the NYU library. She was given access to the University's rare book collection in pursuit of a lead concerning the true story of the headless horseman and the legend of Sleepy Hollow. Joshua offered her a place to stay on the floor of his small Brooklyn walk up and also offered to lend a hand with the library research. Erika took him up on his offer and the two spent a few nights in a cramped, musty basement storeroom pouring over colonial era tomes written in a language that resembled modern English but was different enough to make deciphering the information difficult at best.

Despite the hard work (and less than fruitful results), Joshua truly enjoyed his time with the intelligent and attractive young woman. It was back at his apartment, over a small feast of Chinese food, that Joshua realized that he really liked being around this woman. He had a moment where he could have told her how he felt and perhaps ask her out on a date to explore things further, but he let the moment pass. Joshua didn't know if Erika picked up on his feelings and/or his indecision, but the whole situation made Joshua feel awkward and he was a bit stand offish right up until Erika left to go back to Sandsbridge.

Time heals all wounds, and Joshua eventually stopped beating himself up over his failure to act. Life moved on and the whole situation became another 'what if' in a string of many 'what ifs'.

Standing in front of The Very British Pub, knowing that he was going to see Erika again, the regret and self loathing came flooding back. Joshua scratched at his beard (a nervous tic that showed up when he was stressed or worried) and silently resolved that he was not going to let the past interfere with his current friendship with Erika. He did his best to shove the negative feelings back down as he opened the pub's door and scanned the room.

Catching sight of Erica at the nearby table, Joshua walked over and took a seat opposite her. A genuine smile spread across his face as he laid eyes upon her for the first time in a long while. "Hey, you." he said, reaching across to take Erika's hands in his and give them a warm squeeze.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting long."

Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#3
And there he was, just when John Lennon had declared he'd been working like a dog: Joshua, accompanied as usual by his splendid beard. Not saying that counting does help, but sometimes it feels like it does.

"Hey, hello!". She rose, waving, then she sat again as Joshua reached for his chair. "Oh, not really, still waiting for my beer". His hands were warm. She squeezed back, perhaps for a split second too long? It felt nice and awkward at once. Although 'awkward' is such an abused word, nowadays. Those days, if you had to rely on common verbal tics, dates were awkward, home visits were awkward, greeting people, having breakfast, washing your teeth, sneezing, buying yourself a sandwich, texting on the bus, walking a dog, adjusting your scarf, all things in the world were apparently 'awkward' for some reason. "Do you take anything, by the way? How was your trip? What's new since last time? Am I asking too many questions?". She chuckled.

Saying he hadn't changed was even more a cliche than calling every interaction 'awkward'. How much should one ever change, in such a short time? Barring an Oscar-worthy fistfight with a bear, or a close encounter of the third kind, of course. She was, however, seeing him in a different light; as an actual person, to start with, as opposite to a compound of utilities, shelter plus guide plus research help plus brainstorming support. That was bad, Erika. Bad stuff to do or even think. It was all Nikki's fault, however, even though indirectly. Nikki, the tattoo artist from hell. A story that had caused her a phase of coldness and horribleness and jaded stupidity disguised as wisdom. A story that had only two positive sides: that it was over, and that she never accepted a tattoo from her. Let's just hope he doesn't hate me, and that I can help -him-, this time!.

...You know I feel Okay... - wait, was it Lennon or McCartney?
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
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Height: 5'10"
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49 Posts
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#4
"A beer sounds good." Joshua looked around for a server but found none nearby. Shrugging half to himself he turned his attention back to Erika. He seemed amused by her barrage of questions; a wry smile crept upon his lips as she spoke.

"You never ask too many questions. That's one thing I love about you. You're always questioning, looking for the deeper meaning behind the surface."

As soon as the words left his lips, a thought popped into Joshua's head. Did I just say love or like? Damn it, Joshua. Focus. He stroked his beard unaware that he was yet again revealing his 'tell'.

"I'm good. I just got in. Found an Airbnb nearby that is pretty cheap, compared to new York standards. I figure that it will take some time to track down the story..." He trailed off as the waitress approached the table. Introducing herself as Ilene, she set Erika's beer down on the table and asked Joshua if he wanted anything.

"A pint of English bitters, you pick which one, and some chips for the table would be great," he replied. As Ilene moved off to put in the order, Joshua continued his train of thought. He kept his voice low as he spoke.

"Thanks again for tipping me off about this Shubnam thing. I think you might be onto something big here. It wouldn't surprise me if this was another MKULTRA experiment by the CIA. That's the worst case. It could also be just be a form of DMT that someone is promoting. Trying to get people to experience astral journeys, visit the spiritual realm, touch the Godhead.  Maybe someone figured out how to improve upon it, kinda like how the Amazonians did with ayahuasca. Well, they didn't really improve on it they just found another plant that extended the duration of the spiritual journey. Maybe it's like that. Someone figured out a way to make the astral trip better."

The discussion clearly energized Joshua, his eyes lighting up and his arms becoming more animated as he spoke. He paused, realizing that he was heading off on a tangent that very likely didn't interest Erika as much as it interested himself. He brought the discussion back to her initial questions.

"But you asked about something else. I've been good. Work is fun and surprisingly revenue is growing. People seem to like what we produce and advertisers like that people like it so it works."

He changed the subject yet again.

"It's really great to see you. You look great. In the flesh. I mean in person as opposed to text on a screen."

Joshua silently wished he had his beer so that he could shut his rambling up by filling his mouth with a gulp. He drummed his fingers on the tabletop as he craned his neck, looking for Ilene, worried that he just embarrassed himself.

"I didn't realize how thirsty I was. I wonder where my beer is..."
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#5
Whoa, didn't he talk a lot? One of those traits you easily forget when mostly chatting on facebook. As for what he said, well, that managed to be intriguing and exasperating at once. His hypotheses - all very charming, all great writing material, but did he literally believed in everything he wrote?

And what about her? Did she believe in anything she wrote? Was she just running after anything curious and shiny because she didn't know any better?

Wait, had he said ‘love’ somewhere? She couldn't swear, a good portion of her attention being swallowed by the soundtrack, which in fact included love words every other line or so - had Mr. Willis switched from a Beatles compilation to another? There had been ‘Strawberry Fields’, at her arrival, but after that there had been all earlier songs of the baronets. Which, indeed, mentioned love more than sparingly.

But - right! - Shubnam. And how they were doing. And his thirst. And the fact she was looking great.

"I'm not complaing, either. Work’s been busier than ever - with Sandsbridge suddenly being a murder scene and all”.

The group of chatty types had left the bar, so now it seemed Mr. Willis was back to his beering mission and… something else? You should look at your interlocutor, though, not at seven or eleven other things.

"As for the Shubnam issue, I'm still on its trails, although as I told you, those trails have a tendency to run in circles… which interestingly enough, would be quite thematic if you consider Sandsbridge tradition - have I ever told you about that? Anyway! Off records, I had some additional information I didn't really want to write down…”.

Tuning down her voice as Mr. Willis approached. Since sharing your info with the barkeep didn't precisely scream ‘secrecy’.
Pub Owner

Player: Willowleafs
Date of Birth: 11-11-1957
Pronouns: He/Him/His
Height: 5'10" (1.77m)
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#6
The pub had been busy enough that afternoon. Nothing too much, mind you, but not exactly a lazy day either. He was just serving a group of tourists, telling them a little more about their drinks of choice, a nice Belgian Trappist triple. Then he saw Erika enter, and greeted her in the same way he had ever since the very beginning: Beer?, to which always came the same word in response. He got behind the counter, and got her a sweet one, from a new batch he had recieved just this morning, straight from the UK. Sadly, he couldn't elate her with the detail at the moment, what with the guests talking his ear off, but he resolved to tell her later anyway.

He saw that she took a seat at one of the tables, and after he prepared her drink, he had Ilene bring it over. Ilene had been a real help around the pub this summer, and he would surely miss her when she would go back home. But that was the way with seasonal work. He also saw a strapping young bloke enter the pub, looking around before heading over to her table. Good for her. He looks nice enough. When Ilene came back, with the drink and snack order, Adrian was already back to washing glasses. The tourists had set off for the maze, and the regular crowd would be a while yet, as it was too early for them. So, he dug up a very nice, very fitting, bitter, and he fried up a small dish of nice, greasy chips, with salt & vinigar obviously, before he told Ilene he'd bring it over himself/ Ilene was rather happy with that, as she hadn't had her lunch yet. She took the rest of the fries, and some left-over chicken legs and ate at a table near the bar area, just barely visible from the main area.

With a pint of bitter in one hand, and a plate of chips in the other, Adrian set off for the lovely young pair.

Good afternoon, you two. First off, the bitter for the gentleman. It's straight from the homeland. Nicely bitter, obviously, with hints of caramel and nicely hoppy. It's a London brewery, but don't let that scare you, they are rather respectable nonetheless. He puts the glass on the table, then presents the dish with the fries And secondly, the chips, in salt & vinigar. Watch your fingers, as they are rather fresh, and still rather hot. Noting that Erika had lowered her voice, he knew his presence wasn't exactly conducive to their conversation, so he excused himself politely before returning to the bar to wash and polish some glasses, looking over his "domain".
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
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Height: 5'10"
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49 Posts
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#7
"Oh, I'm not scared of hops. Actually, I'm quite the fan. I love a good IPA." Joshua commented to Mr. Willis before the man politely excused himself back to his position behind the bar. He turned his attention back to Erika, pausing to sip his beer as he composed his thoughts. He used little rituals like this to focus, to keep his racing mind under a modicum of control.

Ever since he could remember Joshua struggled with a mind that generated thoughts and ideas seemingly on its own. His parents dragged him from one specialist to another but no one ever identified his symptoms as being anything other than an overactive imagination. The doctors warned his parents to be on the look out for hallucinations or other evidence of psychosis as some forms of mental illness don't appear until the person in in their 20's or 30's. This fear that he may at some point be subject to schizophrenia or perhaps something even worse led Joshua to avoid drugs, particularly hallucinogens. He drank alcohol only in moderation and even avoided marijuana for fear that the mild hallucinatory effects would play havoc on his mental state. He instead turned to the spiritual wisdom of the mystics, using meditative tricks to calm his mind without the use of external substances. He wished that he was healthy enough to experience some of the drug induced spiritual journeys that he read about (Carlos Castenada was a particularly big influence), but Joshua didn't want to risk tipping over into psychosis.

"Yeah, I heard about some murder here. A professor or someone, right? You don't think it was drug related? I mean it wouldn't be the first time that a well respected member of the community was secretly working with the underworld."

He took another sip of his beer, gently probing at one of the chips which he found to be cool enough to pick up and take a bite of. Joshua leaned forward, unconsciously both moving closer to Erika as well as making it less likely that prying ears would pick up on their exchange. "Go on, tell me what you didn't feel comfortable saying over social media."
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#8
Nothing to say about -my-beer? But, understandable, he was the new guy in town. And, indeed, awesome beard.

Elliot-Cathrope? Involved in drugs? There was something to be said about finding connection... not that it sounded incredible, after all... but, before she could anything on that, there they were, back to the info she'd promised.

"Hm, I'm afraid I made it sound a bit too much interesting. More than it is, I mean”. Because, add an air of conspiracy and you'll get anyone's attention. Joshua, she suspected, was especially sensitive to its appeal - and it was not like she could pat her own back too much for such an outstanding intuition.Was it even an idiom, patting your own back? Whatever.

"...It's just something I got off records from a reliable source. Apparently… have you seen my article on the Riddik, right? He had a stash of Shubnam, and officially, it was a variant of LSD” - So, if you've missed it, now you know. No idea he read their local press, after all, and had she sent him the article? Total darkness. "However, they found some different stuff with it, and all of it labelled as Shubnam. And when I say stuff, what I mean is: nutmeg. Have you ever got high on nutmeg? Please, don't. I tried, and there's a reason they leave it out there for everyone to buy: it's not something you'd like to try twice… May I have one?”. Her hand moved to grab one of his fries… chips… the joke wasn't new, but still. That was The Very British Pub, after all.

And... hadn't she got something else to say? It had just slipped to the back of her mind. How itchy.
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
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Height: 5'10"
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#9
"Please the chips are to share." Joshua popped another one into his mouth. He listened carefully to Erika's information before replying.

"Nutmeg? Yeah, I think I heard that if taken in large enough amounts that it is a hallucinogen, but I think it also might be toxic. I don't remember the specifics." He chased another chip with a swig of beer as his eyes unfocused, showing that he was lost in thought. After a moment he snapped back to attention, looking across into Erika's eyes and smiling.

"You said 'officially'. Officially according to who? The local cops?  The Feds? If there is a cover up involved it would be important to know who is crafting the official story."
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#10
Toxic isn't the bad part, nutmeg burps are. She grabbed some more chips - tasty enough to dissipate the icky memory of her nutmeg trip. Something worth sharing with Joshua? Joshua, already on the next… Okay. No.

Really, conspiracies were a thing, most likely. Some of them for sure. Hey, it would've been no big surprise even if some kind of higher power were involved in their little Shubnam affair. But, a conspiracy to claim a pusher was selling nutmeg and calling it Shubnam? Nah.

Even though - it could have been a conspiracy to discredit the reputation of their trade. Otherwise known for its honesty and professional ethics, how not.

Local cops”. She waved her hand. “Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if Riddik had tried to sell nutmeg. Or nail polish, for what matters. However, I ran my own survey - apparently, shops have been running out of nutmeg to sell, so either the pumpkin pie season is starting much earlier this year…

…but did anyone use actual nutmeg? Instead of premade whatever-it-was? It was vile regardless, she never cared.

...or… what was I saying? Hm. Yeah, it is possible that someone's taking a taste for it, and since I can't believe anyone likes it the way it is, it could have something to do with Shubnam - if nothing else, someone might be trying to make a replacement, or something like that”.

Or maybe it was all a part of whatever conspiracy, but then if they were that deep into it, there was little they could even investigate.
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#11
Joshua shrugged, "I don't know much about chemistry, but I doubt someone is turning nutmeg into this Shubnam. Maybe it's a reagent in a more complicated chemical process."  He took yet another sip of his beer, his eyes staring off as he drifted again into thought.

He refocused again, his attention snapping back on Erika. "I think we need to find out more about this Riddik, who their contacts are. Trace the connections up the chain, you know how they do it in the cop shows." Joshua didn't really know exactly what he was talking about, aside from the fact that it made sense to 'follow the money' where the money in this case was the Shubnam and anyone who had contact with it.

"I know the cops are likely doing the investigation, but we should do our thing, right? You the journalist, me the media crusader. We need to break the story before the cops do. Make sure the truth gets out and there's no coverup. Are you with me?"

Joshua reached out again to squeeze Erika's hand as a non verbal 'we're in this together' gesture. The touch lingered a bit longer than appropriate, however.
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
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#12
Beer was delicious. A delicious combo of chemicals, if you thought about it. Not unlike chips, and sandwiches, and water - although that meme on dihydrogen monoxide had grown quite old at that point - not that it hadn't been hilarious at first, but.

Now, what were they talking about, again? Fries. No! Riddik.

Not the one of the Chronicles - that movie was, anyway, grossly overrated. Pitch Black was entirely another matter, although neither of them would have helped them with their plans. Unless their plans involved going home and watching movies together - was that appealing, dreadful, what? Awkward.

Of course I'm with you!” - Wait! Had she really said that? Fuck. Hey, it wasn't that bad, after all. Now don't rationalise. Not just rationalising! The story - the story was possibly a good one: drugs, urban legends, new subcultures. If only you could skip the whole ‘Feds hoarding nutmeg’ part.

Between the two of us - I have some idea of Riddik’s connections. Not the higher ups, but people who knew him, who bought from him… I'm sure they know more than authorities, on such matters”. She was using his lingo. Good move? Not entirely sure; it was mostly an automatic response, a bit like picking ridiculous accents while on holiday.

So, would you like to see the local scene? Nothing to do with New York, of course, but still the setting of our story”. If I were a movie character, this would be leaning on the fourth wall. They were real, however, and they had someone else's story to tell.

Even though, in all honesty? She just felt like going out that night.
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Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
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Height: 5'10"
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49 Posts
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#13
"See the local scene? Sure!" Joshua had traveled over 300 miles north to a small town where he knew only a single person for a chance to investigate a new psychedelic drug.

Why?

It wasn't the story, that's for sure. His email box was bursting with leads on shit that was way more Fortean and fantastical than the emergence of a new, strange drug.  If the drug did have any connections to a government conspiracy, or the spiritual potency of peyote or DMT He'd have something for the 'weekly weird news' segment next week. If that was his biggest concern, he would have been better following up on the New Jersey Devil sighting, or the woman in Hell's kitchen who claimed she was abducted by aliens last weekend.

So why was he here?

It was the fact that Erika had reached out to him asking for help. Joshua didn't see himself as the 'knight in shining armor type' and to be fair Erika was far from a damsel in distress. He was certain that she was able to investigate this story on her own and that he was probably not going to have much to contribute. He was here because he wanted to see Erika again, and her inquiry was a good opportunity to make that happen.

"We definitely should talk with Riddik's connections. Sooner, rather than later before they either get scared or the government does something to shut them down."

That was the smart thing to do. Assuming they wanted to chase down the story. Part of him just wanted to wander the town, letting Erika give him a tour and not worry about chasing down leads, or getting enough video so he'd have something to edit in time for posting next week.

He took the last sip of his beer and fished a $20 out of his pocket, more than enough to cover two beers and an order of chips and also include a decent tip.

"I'm all yours."

Joshua cringed inside, hoping that he didn't just sound desperate or dorky. He truly was at Erika's disposal knowing no one else in town and having little else to do aside from help he with her investigation.
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
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#14
The next’s on me!” She gulped what was left of her beer. Shame, such a delight should be savored, not guzzled in a haste. Now that the decision of leaving had been drawn, she wasn't all that eager to get up.

But she felt like going out. With Joshua? Maybe. No idea.

I can't promise rumors will be all over the place, but - drinks aren't bad!

The usual gossips - the underworld counterpart of your stereotypical chatty housewife - had gone quiet immediately after the arrest. Some of them were accomplices, or regular customers; others, probably they’d shared their juicy news with the police as well. Not something I should tell Joshua! None of them, for whatever reason, didn't want to be seen that much.

Or maybe they were hoarding nutmeg, building their future empire.

My car's out here”. She got up. “We're heading to the edgy part of town!Please please PLEASE understand it's ironic. I'm not someone who's say ‘edgy’ unironically. Please don't see me like that’.
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#15
"Wait a sec," Joshua paused as the pair started to make their way out of the pub. He took hold of Erika's upper arm and looked directly in her eyes, as if he suddenly realized something very important he had to tell her.

"You're not an entity that has possessed Erika and is luring me to the edgy part of town for nefarious purposes, are you?" His impish smirk indicated that he was being ironic as well. In case he was being  too subtle, he started waggling his eyebrows, hoping to force a giggle or at least a smile out of the young woman.

"Let's away to your chariot, Milady. In the words of the great detective. 'The game's afoot!'" His archaic and random literary references, combined with his interest in all things weird (not to mention his belief in most of them) was the reason that many people thought that Joshua was a bit unhinged. Those who knew him, however, found him to be intelligent and quirky with no evidence of neurotic or psychotic behaviors.
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
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Height: 5'5
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64 Posts
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#16
I swear I am not!” She giggled. “Of course, if I were such an impish entity, I'd say precisely the same”.

It was amusing, in a campy way. And chariot. “I hope your excellence will find my coachmaship beyond reproach!” Talking about which!, she wasn't tipsy, right? Right? Most likely, she was okay. They walked out.

...the carriage, on the other hand, is beyond redemption”. The ancient, dusty Geo Metro stood in the parking lot in all its despicableness; one of its many previous owners had the bright idea to paint it lemon-yellow; an embarrassingly sincere color, for a car.

She opened the passenger door for him. “Your estimable lordship…”. What the hell is that..?! - her hand, quick as only a hand fuelled by sudden shame may be, removed a bundle of something from the seat and threw it on the already chaos-riddled backseats.

I like the peace
In the backseat…


Heh, not really peaceful - if objects had a life and feelings, the unidentified lump was now bound to struggle with many other unidentified, forgotten entities, and with its own loss of self - indeed, the thing had a future as an angsty author of angsty novels full of angsty navel-gazing. Was that the place where all lost things gathered? From odd socks to the self-respect of internet users? Her backseat, the limbo of inanimate things.

But, back to Real World! ’Do not space out in front of people’, okay - it's a lost cause, though. ‘I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it’ - was that before or after the Cheshire Cat?

...had Joshua taken his seat at that point? She reached for her head, as if to tip her bowler. “Fuck! Sorry! Forgot my hat at the pub! I go and fetch it!”.

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and ran back to the pub. Did adult people run in public? Was she supposed to be an adult?

I can watch the countryside
And I can fall asleep
My family tree's
Losing all it's leaves
Crashing towards the driver's seat
The lightning bolt made enough heat
To melt the street beneath your feet


The tune now stuck in her head.
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 5'10"
Plotter: LINK
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49 Posts
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#17
Erika was out the door before Joshua could even utter a reply. He sat quietly in the passenger seat peering out the window towards the pub. The chaotic interior of the small car didn't seem to bother him. Joshua had seen far worse in the back of some NYC cabs. He figured that Erika was only going to be gone for a minute or two at the most so he just focused his attention on the world outside of the yellow Geo Metro.
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Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
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64 Posts
4 Threads

#18
There! It had slipped under the table. She put it back on her head - how was it fitting? She could actually use the toilet; it wouldn't take too long.

It was the door on the right - it was always the door on the right. She adjusted her hat in the mirror. Her face a stranger under the cold toilet lights. Why was Joshua there?

The series of causes and effects wasn't hard to track down. More than effects and causes, however, they looked like vaguely correlated random facts in which she was involved for some reason.

Also - she sucked at makeup. And toilet lights were evil.

She was working on the Shubnam thing, she talked to people online.That case was fascinating, promising, and she sucked ass at that elusive skill called “sustained effort”. She'd told Joshua everything - about the drug, not about her shortcomings.

From out of the toilet, A Day in the Life. The Arcade Fire still stuck in her head. Two good things that didn't mix well, like a reproachable mixture of otherwise gorgeous beers.

She had… what? Brainstorming was good, brainstorming was life. Was she a team player? Could an earworm effectively replace another one?

Doing work with others did help. She could benefit from their stay-on-track superpowers, and use embarrassment as a motivation. Embarrassment, and an almost fatal amount of caffeine, were what you needed to complete a longer task. Probably.

Also, she was late! She'd forgotten to use the toilet. She rushed out - why was Joshua there? He was kind of cute, admittedly, although probably a bad idea.

Was it true that you could kill yourself by guzzling a hundred coffees? That made the cinnamon challenge look wise by comparison.

So why him? She'd been kind of an asshole in New York, not sure he'd noticed anything, however. She rushed out.

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
.

Sorry! Er… I couldn't find it! It was, like... Shall we go?How am I going to fuck everything up, next?
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Player: Strangehaven
Date of Birth: July 12, 1981
Pronouns: He/Him
Height: 5'10"
Plotter: LINK
Characters:

49 Posts
2 Threads

#19
"But it's right there..." Joshua pointed at the bowler hat, a look of confusion crossing his face.

Of course it was right there and of course Erika had found it. Joshua's confusion turned to embarrassment as he avoided her gaze and stared out the window. Maybe it was the beer that was making him so stupid. Or maybe it was the nervousness about his feelings. Whatever it was, Joshua swore to himself that he was going to stop it right now.

"Right, off to the investigation." He had no idea where they were going aside from it being the sketchy part of town. Was it sketchy or edgy? One implied dangerous the other a more bohemian and artsy crowd. Whichever it was, it would be a lot different that here in the center of town.
Shiny!

Player: Featherstone
Date of Birth: 11th June 1989
Pronouns: She/Her
Height: 5'5
Plotter: LINK
Characters:

64 Posts
4 Threads

#20
What? Oh, of course! I mean, I found it but it took longer than I hoped. Nevermind!"

Explaining such things was like piercing an olive with a fork: either you succeeded at your first attempt, or you were doomed forever. A doom limited to your olive-piercing endeavor, okay.

Yeah, let's go. You don't mind some music, do you?"

Without waiting for a reply, she pushed a musicassette in the car radio - yes, it was that anachronistic. A hand-made compilation of Tame Impala, the Unicorns, and a few unpronounceable gems she'd found on YouTube and copied from there on a CD, then from CD on tape.

On such uneven soundtrack, they left the town centre.
Someone please finish what I started
I tried my best, but my best was half-hearted. - Will Butler


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