053. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Milkshakes. Yum. Not so good though without greasy fries to dip. Beggars can't be choosers though I really hate to have to walk all the way to the nearest B rank establishment do get what I want. Whatever happened to one stop eating? I think it went the same place as Eden.

Speaking of which. Cops? You don't do much right? Here. Call an Amber Alert.

MISSING ANGRY IRISH MIDGET
Name: Eden Mac Cionaoith
Height: short
Weight: easy enough to toss and carry
Answers to: "Lucky", "Hey You", "Speak Slowly So I Can Understand You"
Last seen: In the company of a suspicious man of Middle Eastern descent. He's got a kind of perversion as you can see.
 

In the meantime... What do any of you do for a living? Enough of you sit around and worry about people. Who likes puzzles? And when I say puzzles I'm not talking about put these things together and make Scooby Doo. I mean, let's solve ourselves a mystery. Jinkies!

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[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

You asked, didn't you?

Something you didn't know? I bet I could find her.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

General question. I didn't think people I already know about would bother. You're bored too. It's contagious.

Oh?

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[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

It's sort of magic, but not really.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

What's my policy on magic, Lyra?

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[lyra-of-dust.livejournal.com]

You don't like it?

Except... It's actually elementary particles.

Fine. I hope she shows up soon then.