[Video]

[steelweb]

[Oh look, it's a grumpy Officer Beifong, frowning tightly as she tries to figure out this crazy device. They said if you pushed like that and then this one, then it would-- oh, is that what the little red light means? Her expression smooths into a clean PR face.]


Given all the new items and vehicles cropping up around the city, the police department's Lost and Found is somewhat packed. If any of the following items resemble something you once owned, please come down to the station and claim it. You will need to be able to give a detailed description of the item.


[Some somewhat shaky camera work turns the view round the begin panning down several tables with items laid out in tight formation to fit as many items on a table as possible.

First came the full table of lone bikini pieces, single socks, swim trunks and boxers, deflated beach balls and snorkle masks. Then the table of music players, a small thicket of water bottles in various styles, five sets of sunglasses, two pair of reading glasses, several baseball caps, a stetson, a red velvet fez, a few different picnic baskets. A clothes rack of windbreakers, towels, tattered blankets, pairs of pants.

Then came the stranger things. A collection of hubcaps. Something that looks like a window, with an electrical cord neatly tied next to it. A stack of painted two-by-fours. A chainsaw-carved bear stump. A crystal punch bowl. An ornate silver coffee pot. A table of various weaponry: a bow and metal case, an ornate ornamental katana, several baseball bats in both wood and aluminum, a small selection of sidearms. One of the pistols has a chain with dog tags wound around the grip.

Then a table of picture frames and books. One picture in particular stands out in its tasteful frame somehow devoid of rhinestone kittens. The one right next to it appears to be a certain smiling professor in his twenties with a dark-haired woman with impressive cheekbones. The books appear to mostly be journals and diaries, left closed, and a few photo albums. One of them looks like it's probably a wedding album. There are a few children's books on dinosaurs and at least one world atlas of Earth, as well.

A few counter top appliances follow, including a very nice coffee maker. Finally, there was a small card table with a few table lamps, an electric fan, and several smaller objects. A trio of dolls, of various sizes, shapes, and cleanliness. A well-worn bundle of pine needles wrapped with a white bandage and tied with a vine. A single set of dog tags, devoid of any attachments.

The camera shifts back around to Lin.]


John H. Watson, please come down to the station to claim your belongings. And whomever goes by the name "Wolverine", we also have something of yours.

Comments

[callbacks]

ill take the samurai sword

[steelweb]

Can you describe the engraving on the blade?

[callbacks]

dammit
is it
some fantasy bullshit about rings and bondage

[heartofbakerst]

Oh! That gun. With the dog tags... Are those mine? John Watson.

[steelweb]

Yes, sir. Come down to the station whenever convenient, bring an ID, and they're yours.

[bloodywelsh]

That wedding album... it looks just like mine.

[steelweb]

If you think it's yours, you can always come down to the station and claim it. If you can describe a few of the pictures in it, that'll make it easier.

[runningwithknives]

...I'm Wolverine. Don't think I've lost anything, though.

Several minutes later - it takes her a while to figure out the private function, ok?

[steelweb]

[Insert picture of the tags here.]

Are you sure? They have your name on them.

[stretchy_pants]

Is that... uh..

[he's squinting at the image on his mobile device.]

That looks like a photo I used to have in my office.

[steelweb]

If you think you see something that's yours, feel free to come down to the station with an ID and claim it. They'll be kept for a few months, so if you don't get a chance at the moment, whenever you have time will be fine.

[johannamason]

That's mine. Don't touch it. I'll come get it.

[steelweb]

What's yours?

[fuckincakewake]

OMG
thehre it is
fuckin finally
i was abuot to jump ass over backswatrd into a portal w nop exit outta sheer boredom
where do i need to go for ths

[steelweb]

Come down to the police station with an ID and a description of the object you think is yours. If we're satisfied that it's yours, you can take it home today.

[thneed]

How detailed of a detailed description?

[steelweb]

We've examined each object, and have a good idea of any damage, contents, writings, etc. You give us a description, and if we feel it isn't detailed enough, we'll ask some questions about it. You'll need to answer correctly.

[bowsbeforehoes]

[HIS BABY ;A;]

The Compound bow and quiver are mine. I'll head down to the station to claim them.

[steelweb]

Thank you.

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

I believe that coffee maker may belong to me.

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

I'll stop by the station sometime tomorrow.

[Audio/Action]

[icanbuyafez]

Is that...

My fez!! [He sounds far more excited by this, ridiculously so, than anyone should ever be over a hat. Seconds later, there is a noise outside, and shortly after that the Doctor rushes into the police station, looking as ecstatic and exuberant as a small child on Christmas morning.]

[Action]

[steelweb]

[Aang's beard, what is that sound? Lin can hear it even in the conference room off of the main hall. Signalling the other bored officer to continue helping the other few baffled civilians who've come to collect their things, she goes to poke her head out the door and find out if anyone needs her help.]

[thebestseller]

Was wondering when something of mine might show up. I'll be down shortly.

[steelweb]

Thank you. Remember a photo ID, please.