are you sure we're not secretly twins

[detectivetroll]

Who: Nick and Melissa
When: February 19th, after work
Where: A bar
What: Corrupt cops and now monster hunters, but still not strippers


Nick isn't usually the type of guy to carry a bag with him, unless it's the first aid kit he keeps in his car. But he hadn't exactly wanted to bring in the ancient-looking book filled with creepy drawings and graphic descriptions, not to mention the suspicious and odd-looking weapons, into the bar just out in the open. So he has a small duffel bag with him, looped over one shoulder and held close in a way that he hopes looks like he's just trying to avoid hitting anyone with it, and not at all like he's being way too protective over it.

Weird, creepy, and dangerous or not, he's pretty sure everything in there is a family heirloom of some kind.

He'd headed for the bar as soon as he got off work, fortunately more or less at a reasonable hour, tonight. As soon as he gets there, he looks for Melissa - but if he can't find her, he'll pick a corner booth for them, back out of the way, and settle down with a beer to wait.

[Video/Computer]

[triggerhappytraitor]

[[The video flips on to a slightly confused face, that blinks once, then gives a smile.]]

Hello, Mother, can you hear me? I think it's connected now. Can you see me?

[[a slight pause]] ...this was working last week... That update didn't break it again, did it? [[a soft sigh]] Hello, Mother? Call if you can hear me, I can't see or hear you.

Network (Text)

[nathanriver]

[The boy is running, running, he needs to get away. He knows nothing about what he's to do, and he slows. Slows to a stop. He has to think about this logically. The memory of that number, fresh in his mind. What did it mean? What was its connection? And why did he have some desire to find him?]

[He knows nothing, so he is determined to find out. He sits down at a public computer at a library, and begins to type.]

...connection to Lazarus Lawliet

Wait, what?

[He blinks at the screen in front of him. A forum had come up when he typed in that number...was that some sort of access code?]

Intriguing. So this is what the number is. An access code to this forum. Intriguing...

Regardless, I must ask. I had heard that Mr. Lazarus Lawliet had set up as a private detective in the city....where might I find him?

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[unelven]

[ It took Teagan some time to decide whether or not to share this information, and he does so while he's working, from his tablet. Hence the lack of commitment. ]

If anyone knows the name Bilbo Baggins, I remember who he is. If this information can help anyone piece together their own memories, contact me privately.

As an aside, my dogs are still missing, and I would be grateful for any information on their whereabouts, should anyone spot one or two greyhounds in sweaters wandering around.