2019-09-14 - No, I Am Not Plotting to Kill a Dream Thing
Alexander texts Byron to make sure that he hasn't died in light of the news of five recent murders. Byron oddly asks whether you can locate a creature you'd encountered in a dream. Alexander gets suspicious, as he should.
IC Date: 2019-09-14
OOC Date: 2019-06-25
Location: Bayside Apt/Penthouse - Office
Related Scenes: 2019-09-12 - Seafood Splatter
Plot: None
Scene Number: 1597
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Thorne.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: How can I help you today? Any word on when this exorcism is going to kick off?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I don't need any help. I just wanted to make sure you were alive. I suspect the exorcism will be soon. Hopefully. A lot of bodies dropped.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Do you think it was Gohl?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Two, certainly. I don't have any details on the two in the hotel. The one outside the strip mall, no. Not Gohl, reasonably sure. It looks like a professional disposal, to me.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'd be guessing Addingtons for the two. The press has an inconsistency on whether they share the news of an Addington death or not. Otherwise secret Baxters. I'm a little curious though, but Captain de la Vega hasn't been forthcoming with information regarding any of the murder cases.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Quite likely. I have a tentative ID on the one at the strip mall, but I want to confirm it. It may end up being a bit sensitive. Nothing for you to worry about, though. And no. He's pretty good about not sharing details.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: He's lucky that some of us think we might need his assistance, though I'm coming to doubt that. Otherwise, he'd be further left in the dark as the GHPD tend to be.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: These other murders, what makes them different?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: But he has his job. He can't openly pass on police information. He does what he can. And I don't have details for the two in the motel; they could be Gohl, they might not be. The Sea View has a reputation. The one at the strip mall was just a head and feet. Not something Gohl has ever done before, and he has no reason to do so. Nice of the killer to leave dental for us, though.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: No information from him, no information from us. It's give and take.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: What Gohl does has no rhyme nor reason. Gohl doesn't care if his victims are identified.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: The Gohl murders aside, mob affiliated deaths is none of my concern. In fact, I'd rather not know. So the only real death of interest and mystery is the kibble?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Understood. Well. The motel murders are still a question mark, but I just don't have time to look into all of them right now, so I'm focusing. But. Speaking of. Miss Addington said something this morning about needing to go check up on Miss Winslow. Is she well?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: (Long silence) We were pulled into a dream from the beach the other day. Aquatic sea creatures possibly seeking vengeance against the seafood truck that comes in every now and then. She's in the hospital currently due to being attacked by, I think, an elephant seal and sustained some really bad injuries. I'll be heading back to the hospital soon.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: That is the fourth for you. WTF. I will visit Miss Winslow if she's accepting visitors, sometime soon. I hope she's recovering.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: This one has nothing to do with me. Wrong place, wrong time.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Still. It's a bit much. Stop.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I know you can't stop it. That was a joke. It was not a good one. Sorry.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Clayton, Is there a way to track creatures that you've encountered in a dream?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I've never tried. The nature of the places that try to kill us, as opposed to places like City Hall, is still a mystery to me. But if it had a mind, and the dream persists beyond its danger to us, then if you could recognize that mind or we could ask other creatures within that place then. Perhaps.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: An interesting concept. Thank you.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Is there something I should know about your future intentions and the possibility they may include doing something exceedingly reckless and likely to end in your death?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Not particularly, no.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I'll rephrase. Are you thinking about trying to deliberately go into a dream and find a specific creature who has probably already tried to do you harm?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I'm pretty sure that most anything that's tried to kill me has already been put down. Gohl aside. Or whoever shattered my ribdage.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Evasive answer.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: gdi
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Don't go alone. If you have to be stupid, take competent friends to be stupid with you.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: If it ever comes to that, I'll keep that in mind.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Felony kidnapping seems like a more viable option for
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Person management every day.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: It's nothing to be concerned about.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: I'm concerned. I have concerns.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Also, and I'm sure that Julia's not using them because they were dream creatures, but when she posted about the crab cake deal, I almost lost my appetite thinking that she could be using the remains of the French speaking crustaceans that attacked us on the beach.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Your attempt to deflect the situation is noted. But allowed, because wtf?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: It was a dream, they don't carry over do they? The things that were killed? Which is what made the shadow goblin the Apartments not a dream? I'm still sorting this shit out.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Aren't we all? People, the movers or psychokinetics, do seem to be able to take out some objects from over there, whether it's a dream or the Veil. I don't know if Julia has that gift, or if she used it, but I would consider it highly inadvisable to consume anything from over there. Your shadow goblins...I don't know. You said that there was evidence that they were HERE, rather than you all being taken into a dream, right?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Tentative theory, based on existence of ghosts and certain unconfirmed rumors: Some things from over there can exist, in some form, here. Not exactly as spirits, but - there are things. The black peacock, for example.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: That is correct. After one of them was shot, by de la Vega, I would assume, since he was there, I needed to have the concrete outside of the lobby hosed down and the carpets and marble floor inside of the lobby, that was stained by the splatter, washed.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Black peacock?
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: you didnt collect a sample??
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I would ask 'Would you?', but I know the answer to that.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Yes. If you want answers you have to collect evidence. ::frowny face emoji:: But yes. There is a black peacock in the zoo, at certain times of the early morning which has an...eerie sort of presence. And peacocks aren't exactly native. Never figured out its deal, but it's not hurting anyone I can tell.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I was dealing with frightened and irate tenants who were still lingering around after everything was over and dealt with. Not wanting to turn the building into a crime scene yet again, I had the place cleaned off as not to unnerve the tenants any further.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: These shadow imps didn't seem benevolent. In fact, the one that I'd seen looked like the silhouette of tiny monster with elongated limbs and things of that nature.
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: Nevermind that there's still a missing delivery boy who vanished in my elevator.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: Is anyone looking for him?
(TXT to Alexander) Byron: I was contacted by his place of employment. I'd like to say that there was a power surge in the lobby that blew out all of the lightbul-- not blew out, the lightbulbs practically dropped from the ceiling. The elevator shut down as far as I could tell after the guy went inside. Unfortunately, there's no footage of what happened.
(TXT to Byron) Alexander: There never is. It's the most damnable thing.
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