Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 10, 2012 20:41:50 GMT -5
"The euphemism I used is more lady-like," Muzzle calls after her. She has amnesia. She might not know these things.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 10, 2012 20:46:03 GMT -5
"It's not my fault you mistook me for a lady!" Petunia calls back, before disappearing into the restroom to attend to her business. Silly Porsche!
... Porsche-owner.
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 12, 2012 12:26:06 GMT -5
If Muzzle owned a Porsche, he would not paint it blue and add flames. That's just garish.
The detective rolls his eyes and leans back in his seat, telepathically communing with the other detective who is parked outside, trying to figure out whose, if anyone's, girlfriend Petunia is, and if she counts as the same person as Pee-Dee, and Primus on a stick this is confusing.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 14, 2012 15:52:16 GMT -5
Petunia takes care of her business, then washes her hands. She freezes suddenly, staring into the mirror. Something is missing. Something is gone. It's- It's- Her mind scrambles, trying to find it. It's red and blue- Red and blue, it's her badge- Badges aren't red and blue, lights are- Something she got the same time as her badge? Jewelry?
Whatever it is, it's gone. It's gone, but she couldn't take it off!
-- She lost it in the crash.
Petunia locks herself in a stall, sits down on the floor, and covers her face with her hands.
She is not coming out anytime soon.
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 15, 2012 11:59:52 GMT -5
Muzzle waits for a while (what do women do in the bathroom that takes so much time anyway?) until he starts to worry. He calls the waiter over and asks, "Hey, my friend's been in the ladies' room for a while. You have any female employees you could get to see if she's alright?"
Because Muzzle is sure as heck not going in there. Nightbeat might, but his race had to invent women, and also do not have bathrooms that either Nightbeat or Muzzle is aware of.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 16, 2012 14:50:45 GMT -5
One of the waitresses is dispatched to check on their hard-drinking lady customer. She's not surprised to find the redhead in one of the stalls - she is surprised that there's no sign of the woman having retched up her drinks.
She knocks on the stall door. "Are you okay, sweetie? Your friend's worried about you."
"The pieces don't fit together so good with all the breaking and gluing back."
Oooooookay then. "Do you want us to call you a cab? It sounds like you might want to sleep this off, darlin'."
"My bike's outside."
Oh Lord have mercy, no. No riding motorcycles after drinking that much. "I'll have Bob call a cab for you, all right? Do you want me to tell your friend anything?"
There's a long silence, then Petunia unlocks the stall door. "No. I- I'm all right."
The waitress looks at her pale face and keeps her opinion to herself. She just nods and lets Petunia walk by her. My, the woman doesn't even weave as she walks. Impressive after all that alcohol.
Petunia comes out of the restroom looking a little paler than when she went in. She doesn't sit down, just stands by the table, leaning on it with one hand. "What's your number?"
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 16, 2012 18:53:29 GMT -5
Muzzle reaches out to put a hand over Petunia's as he tells her his phone number. Not that he owns a phone. If she dials the number he gives, it'll get routed through a cellular phone network to the Event Horizon, then back to Nightbeat's built-in radio, which Muzzle tends to be very nearby. It probably would have been simpler to get a cell phone.
"You okay?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 16, 2012 18:59:58 GMT -5
Petunia is cool to the touch.
"I lost something," she says quietly, fingers drifting to her forehead. "It was important to me. I remember that. But it wasn't among the stuff the hospital had for me."
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 20, 2012 16:51:18 GMT -5
Muzzle frowns. She's missing her little forehead flasher-bar thing, he supposes. If he pushes her, she might remember more. Then again, she might have some kind of psychotic episode. He's not a psychologist.
He considers lying to her, making up something convincing, but he really doesn't feel like keeping track of any more intricate a web of lies than he's already told her. "It'll be okay," he says reassuringly, patting her hand.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 20, 2012 16:54:40 GMT -5
"Maybe," Petunia says. Then she repeats the number he gave her back to him. "That, right?"
Assuming he agrees that yes, it is that, she smiles and draws her hand back. "I need to get going. I don't know about you, but I haven't slept since I got out of the hospital."
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 22, 2012 18:58:17 GMT -5
"Right," Muzzle says, nodding. "Wait, you haven't slept in four days? And you were driving?! A motorcycle?!"
Of all the stupid, laserbrained . . .
"Lemme give you a ride home, huh? We can carry your bike on my car." If they use subspace they could probably even fit it in the trunk.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 22, 2012 19:19:20 GMT -5
Petunia gives Muzzle a bemused look. "I went into the hospital four days ago. I got out... probably yesterday by now."
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 22, 2012 19:57:21 GMT -5
Muzzle squeezes the bridge of his nose between his fingers, squinting. "Right. Because waking up from a car crash with total amnesia tends not to be an outpatient procedure. I should have known that. Drinks must finally be kicking in. Hey barkeep," he calls over, "what was in that last cocktail?"
"Just this bottle of Jack Daniels and some some apple syrup," the bartender responds.
"Dude, that's the bleach we use to wipe down the bar! You fed them that?! The manager just put it in a liquor bottle so it didn't mess up the ambiance or whatever! Didn't you get the memo?!" says another employee, casting a worried look at Muzzle and Petunia.
Muzzle makes a note to himself to buy a bottle of bleach at the earliest possible opportunity. "Okay. Let me give you a ride home anyway?" So that he can know where she lives and stalk her make sure she is safe, like a sparkly vampire.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Apr 22, 2012 21:10:26 GMT -5
"Huh. No wonder it tasted like dreck." Petunia shrugs, dismissing the matter. It apparently does not occur to her that for normal humans, drinking bleach is a bad thing. Of course, for normal humans, all the drinks past number four were a bad idea.
Petunia bites her lip at Muzzle's offer. Despite their quick connection, she doesn't know him from Adam. Going off alone with him could be dangerous. On the other hand, while she probably could get herself home on her motorcycle. On the grasping hand, note the lack of 'safely' in that assessment.
"You sure your car can manage my bike?"
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Nightbeat
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Eternal Foe of Kitsch
"Truth is revealed in the smallest detail."
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Post by Nightbeat on Apr 24, 2012 20:06:19 GMT -5
In the semi-privacy of his own mind, Nightbeat chooses to interpret 'You sure your car can manage my bike?' as innuendo and is amused. Muzzle rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure. You want to blow this joint?" he asks, fishing in his pockets for Earth money.
The bartender and a few other employees, meanwhile, huddled together near the bar watching Petunia and Muzzle, waiting for them to collapse on the floor, or worse, press charges.
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