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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:06 pm
(( Yay video games indeed! XD ))
Flink paused thoughtfully before turning around and pointing towards the pile of letters.
"Hey Shawn, before you get up - could you grab that brown paper? It looks like parcel paper, and it might be a good idea to keep this tablet-thing wrapped up... y'know, just in case."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:10 pm
Leo smiles confidently at Shawn and stretches his arms. "No, really, I'm fine. Let's just get moving. That return address, is it Seattle?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:11 pm
"Can do." Shawn knelt down, and quickly grabbed the afore mentioned brown paper, stood up again, and handed it to Flink. "Here you go." He said with a smile.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:12 pm
"The return address sounds like a fine idea, too."
Nodding, he looked around one final time for anything else that could be of interest. "Excuse me while I check one last time around here? There could be something else..."
He checked through the contents on the floor, tossing aside a soda can.
"Messy... unclean..." he breathed under his breath, in a upset tone. But, he wondered if there was anything else here.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:13 pm
The return address is from Northern Vermont from a person by the name of Zellwinger. Among the other papers include a letter from Zellwinger himself.
"You think your publication amuses us? You think such brazen arrogance in your confidence do you possess? No. I think not. By you inclusion do work of art in such a bile tome you serve to highlight your ignorance. Were it merely an insult against me, I would be inclined to forgive you. But the matter is not so simple. You have defamed my Master Puzzuzu. You must die. And I am sorry.
-Death Symbol of Puzzuzu-"
The phone rings in the room, waking the occupants out of a trance while they focused on the letter from Zellwinger.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:14 pm
"...interesting work here..." Ruben said quietly as he slowly walked in from the apartment door.
*Late as a investigator like me is. -_-; Sorry*
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:16 pm
Flink takes the paper and examines it momentarily before nodding towards Shawn with a small smile.
"Thanks," he says, somewhat distractedly as he begins wrapping the tablet, "I don't think I'd mind having a little firepower on hand, personally... I mean, this is getting a little weird - and as an artist, I've heard some CRAZY stories about angry fans."
He paused, looking at the parcel thoughtfully. "The paper fits perfectly... I wonder if this is what the tablet was wrapped in originally..."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:20 pm
((No problem Ruben. They're going to be moving locations soon.))
Everyone's phone rang with a text message from the Detective. "Sorry, but I just received word that Ruben would be joining you. Play nice." Oh, and the land line is still ringing. Anyone want to answer it?
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:21 pm
Flink pulls the letter out of his pocket as an afterthought and looks it over, re-reading the letter aloud this time.
He cringes when he's done and pockets the letter. "This guy sounds completely insane, and I don't mean the good kind," Flink said with a frown. He thought for a moment before offering the inquiry, "Well... how the hell do we get to Vermont? Is it even WORTH flying half-way across the country when we only have sixty hours? What is that, like... two and a half days?"
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:23 pm
"I always have a weapon or so on hand." Shawn said, scratching the back of his head with his free hand. "A knife and a pistol. My father was a cop and he took me to the shooting gallery often."
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:27 pm
Ruben looks silently at the phone, looks at everyone else, then looks at the phone again. He casually walks towards the phone and places a hand on it.
"...phone....?" He looks around at everyone again.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:27 pm
The phone goes to voice-mail so everyone can hear it.
"Hey, we got your new shipment of "America's Worst Verse" in. Come on down to the Storage Facility #86 to pick em up!" the voice said before the call was disconnected.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:29 pm
"...well..." Ruben took his hand off of the phone and hooked his thumbs in his pockets.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:31 pm
"Shipment?"
Powell looked up from his position on the floor, tossing aside yet another soda can.
"Storage Faculty #86... now why would they need another copy of their own books?" he frowned, thinking about how bizarre it was.
He stood up, and glanced at the new investigator. "I think it would be best for us to get to know you, so we can properly communicate." He nodded.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 10:35 pm
"I was wondering that, too, a bit earlier," Flink said with a shrug, "But I guess it makes sense. If they're authors, they would receive shipments of their own books to figure out where to put them until their names became big enough that companies began demanding their books, themselves. Until then, to sell art an artist needs to keep piles of their own stuff in store for sale. I forgot how I had to do that when I was trying to sell some posters my Freshman year..."
Flink looked around the group, and gestured towards the door again. "I guess if we're not going to make it to Vermont, we should at least go down and check out this shipment? Maybe?"
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