Haunted Holo March 2nd [visual] Backdated like whoa

[ownlittleprison]

The feed opens up with a close up of a very grim face belonging to a certain private eye vampire. Then he backs up to reveal...a shop full of stuff more closely associated with Taxon's own resident inventor-slash-scientist-slash-veteran. And said inventor scientist veteran Taxonian is right there, taking up half the frame. Mick'd appreciate no comments regarding possible blood relations.

"I'll make this brief," he tells the screen. "Glitch has told me things take a turn for the worse every now and then, David Lynch style, and it would seem we're in for another round. Scott Summers and Bagoas," he glances at Glitch for confirmation of the name, "have vanished from the city, despite both of them showing up on the map. If you can see this, Scott, Bagoas, please let us know you're okay.

"As for everyone else, if you see anything at all out of the ordinary,aAnything, please let us know." Turning to Glitch, gesturing at the screen. His turn to say his piece.

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[no_rose_tint]

Well, if they both survive this, maybe Scott can try and talk history with him. If he speaks Arabic or English.

"Okay, I'm going to start heading his way, see if I can help him at all." Keep moving, keep busy, keep focused. His own experiences weren't dangerous here, just disturbing on a deep level. Harrowing.

There is another shriek, less happy this time. "Dada?! Ow! Ow, Dada!"

He leaves the tablet on and starts running. "Talk to me, Mick, is he holed up somewhere safe for now? And if there anyone else closer who can help?" He'd sooner not stop to double check the map now.

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[ownlittleprison]

"Just a sec," he says, bringing up the map and looking for said eunuch. "He's in Wilde. Northwest. Party Poison's with him. You might want to get in touch, get their twenty."

...Mick may or may not have dabbled in ham radio once upon a long time ago.

"It's a narrow street lined with shops. They're probably somewhere marked with a spider, or some very distinctive graffiti."

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[no_rose_tint]

"Get their... sure. I'm on my way, I'll try and raise Party on his tablet. Or could you do it, save my breath for running?" He'd learned to delegate, he doesn't have to do everything himself.

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[ownlittleprison]

And here Mick thought he was the one delegating, but then again, he might want to cut the guy some slack.

"All right. I'm leaving this channel open. I'll get right back to you."

[text: locked to Party]

[ownlittleprison]

This is Mick. Please respond. Urgent.

[text: locked to Mick]

[killtheparty]

busy, tumbleweed. bags n i r safe.

[text: locked to Mick]

[ownlittleprison]

Gee, would've been good to know that sooner. I've sent backup your way. Summers.