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thoughtformed2012-08-16 07:57 am
steelweb) wrote in thoughtformed2012-08-16 07:57 am
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[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.
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.
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Doctor?
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Hello Sheska! Good to see you!
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It's good to see you too! What brings you here? You don't seem to be one to seek out the police much.
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However! The lovely Miss Beifong posted a video of items that had shown up from home, and I saw my fez!!
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Oh! Well, in that case...
[She points back toward the open door for the display room.]
It's just around the edge, there. We've been having people stop by all day, so you can just go right in, Doctor.
[Action]
[You can just hear the warmth in his voice, and see the bounce in his step. Nobody should ever be this happy over a hat.
He bounds excitedly past her into the room, looking around wildly for his fez.]
[Action]
Can I help you?
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YES! [He shouts as he spots the hats behind Lin, even more unreasonably excited. On impulse, he takes out his sonic and scans them.]
I knew it!! That fez and the stetson are mine! You can tell by the unusually high levels of runcorn radiation on the stetson, and the slight plasma burns on the side of the fez.
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This one, and this one?
[Whatever rubicorn - decorative corn made of rubies? - radiation was, the burns on the little red hat were pretty clear, and she points to it.]
The color of the interior?