15 - Video

[bodilesswarrior]

[Look who's awake!

Barbara looks rumpled and worn, hair mussed and skin pale. There's a stylised owl on her forehead, wings curving down her cheeks, stopping at the edges of her smile.

Iris is there with her, bedraggled and beaming. Between them, Jonesy hops and mews, clamouring for attention.]

Hey, Barge. [She sounds a bit exasperated, but she woke up with Iris in her arms and purring in her ears; she's incapable, right now, of being overly irritated.]

Fill me in on the past few weeks, would you? [Not that she won't be going through the network with a fine-tooth comb, of course, but individual perspectives are always valuable.]

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[bodilesswarrior]

[Her smile freezes, for a moment, shoulders tensing - but she doesn't scowl or turn her head. She reached out first; she needs to try, with this.]

I should ask Iris to catsit more often.

...Any ideas on the culprit?

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[anewlanguage]

Gonna see what I can find out in interviews. Apparently no one knows to take pictures of crime scenes. Hell, no one even documented what they saw. I need to sit down with the self-appointed Sherlocks on board and slap some sense into 'em.

I don't know enough about the new kids to point fingers yet, so I'm just going to take 'em on one by one and see what turns up.

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[bodilesswarrior]

[An exasperated huff.] Of course they didn't. We need to set some sort of protocol.

I can go back through the network, see if anything pops.