2020-08-17 - The Sumerian Killer

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Yo, this is Ravn Abilgaard. Got some info on the glyphs. Do you need me to send it over, or are you already up to speed?

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : Hey, Ravn. Info is always good. What do you have? Are you okay?

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : I'm good. Ran those glyphs past a friend at Copenhagen U. It's Sumerian cuneiform script. Translates to "Kur". Can give you a short lecture on that sometime. Murderer fancies himself a cultist or a Lovecraft roleplayer.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : I like lectures. And interesting. I got a couple more from Itzhak, and gave those to Isabella for analysis. She'll be back soon. You should meet her. Talk about history things. And help solve murder.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : I did bring Itzhak up to speed earlier. And sure. Solving murder is good, particularly if it means we don't get to watch the Sumerian underworld turn in GH or something. I'm going to need a better camera if it does.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : I doubt that would happen. Things from Over There don't come over here very much. Only rarely. And never a whole underworld. But things change, too.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Haven't got the numbers of the others -- the people from the Poorhouse. Will go see if I can catch in the flesh later. Am hoping murderer is just mad D&D player.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : Pourhouse.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : <-- new in town. Accepts either.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : No. It's POURHOUSE. I don't know why everyone's wrong all of a sudden. But it's wrong.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Same reason I'm suddenly a Swedish celebrity chef barraged by auditioners at the TiBS? Grey Harbor, I figure.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : What?

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : You're not Swedish.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Yep. Nope. I don't cook much either. But as far as Grey Harbor's concerned I'm practically Gordon Ramsay but in Swedish. No explanation. Many tits signed. Not birds.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : But that's not the truth.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Something weird is going on. Even Bennie thinks I'm Swedish. Asked me to rein in my paparazzi. Other writer person -- Joe Cavanaugh -- people think he's a Russian spy.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : (...)

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : I hate this town.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : I'm past ... and WTF? and well into ffs.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Mistaken identities doesn't kill, though. So, Sumerian killer more important.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : We don't know the killer is Sumerian. Might just have copied things off of google.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Probably did. Sumerian killer IDs him for now though, not to be confused all the other weird stuff. I'll hit library.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : Okay. I'm going to try and get access to the body.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Works. Keep me posted? Not an investigator but bloody curious all the same.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : Of course.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Hit me up at boat/TiBS/Espresso later if you need to see notes from Cph. U.

(TXT to Ravn) Alexander : Will do. Don't die.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : I'll check in at the motel with the other ghosts if I do.

(TXT to Alexander) Ravn : Watch your back.