Dive In ⇒ w/ psychometer

[psychometer]

[It's a beautiful autumn evening. The sun is dipping below the horizon, the sky is mixed with hues of violet, reds, and blues. The leaves are browning and the air is crisper and chillier, a great contrast with the great heatwave of summer.

There's no one out during the after hours in this part of the city. The park while quiet and full of quaint charms has been avoided recently after seven unexplained disappearances. Certain officials have advised the locals to stay inside.

Oh, wait.]

Dancing in the moonlight,
Everybody's feeling warm and bright!

[Lien is walking past the warning signs and doing a little twirl all by herself. For someone who works on cold cases that usually involve murder in the first place, she sure is way too optimistic. She stops singing and calls to her companion that is not Jonah...]

Isn't the fresh air great? Man, I feel so energized!!

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[blindknight]

I think so, too.

[psychometer]

Sorry for being weird about it.

[blindknight]

It's okay. Like I said, we both have... stuff.

[psychometer]

Wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff?

[blindknight]

... Was that payback for the Doctor Who joke I made earlier?

[psychometer]

Hell, yeah! Don't think I'm not gonna jump at a chance for a lame joke.

[blindknight]

I really shouldn't expect anything else at this point.

[psychometer]

Expect to be surprised?

[Anyways, there's the sound of a car pulling up.]

Ah, there he is! Man, I'm gonna have to do a lot of work to smooth things over.

[blindknight]

That's sort of an oxymoron, isn't it?

[ he cocks his head at her ] What do you mean?

[psychometer]

I did find the missing people so they'll probably be picked up in the morning. Jonah and I collaborate with authorities to make sure anything I work on stays covered up. My services can't ever go public after all.

[blindknight]

Ah. I get it. Well, if there's anything else I can do, just let me know, okay?

[psychometer]

... You can keep being my friend. And don't ever forget about me.

[blindknight]

Hate to break it to you, Lien, but you're pretty much stuck with me for a long, long time.

[psychometer]

Oooh, I'm scared now. Wonder what it'll take to get you unstuck from me.



Oh, I can think of a few ways to do that.

[And suddenly, a Ford truck pulls up and a man in his fifties who's at the driver's seat stares pointedly at Lien and the hand holding that is going on. His voice has a rough, but warm quality to it. Well, warm as it can be when addressing the two of them.]

... Hi.

[blindknight]

[ Lindsey's never been formally introduced, but he knows the voice. ]

Jonah, right?

[psychometer]

[Lien lets out what can only be described as a nervous chuckle. Jonah is looking at them holding hands, but Lien makes a slashing motion across her throat signalling her guardian to JUST NOT GO THERE.]

Right. Lindsey, Jonah Reed, Jonah, Lindsey. Play nice please Jonah.



[Jonah has seen and knows a little bit about Lindsey from Lien. In fact, she's been spending a LOT of time with the young man the past few months. He knows she's technically an adult (18 is barely cutting it) so there are things he doesn't butt into. It's her own business and god knows a girl like her needs to hang out with someone that isn't an old geezer like him.

Still. This is an interesting development.]

Lindsey Gair, is it? I'll drop you off first. And Lien, you look like hell.

Well, I'd say that's marginally better than what could have happened!