damned_bulletin | [her normal handwriting, at the top of a full-size piece of notebook paper]

[a few false starts here]

~~What?~~ [He came back later, scratched out what was left previously, and then wrote out a (slightly) lengthier response.] ~~How~~ What happened to him?

Edited 2011-10-01 05:04 (UTC)

There was some kind of monster. It looked like a patchwork quilt of corpses. It was faster than he was.

I'm sorry to hear that. You were there?

I was.

... Forgive me for not recognizing the handwriting right off the bat. What is your name?

Lana Skye. This is Prosecutor Faraday, is it not? I was a junior detective on the force in 2011 -- I don't recall working on any of your cases.

Damon Gant was a fine detective before he let the ends justify the means. Justice is not always kind, but the alternative is crueler.

Oh, Ms. Skye! Yes, this is Faraday. I don't believe we worked on any cases together either, but you and Detective Gant are -- or were -- quite famous around the office for your hard work.

Wait. What do you mean?

Sometimes he worked a little too hard. So hard that he found some impossible evidence.

And then there were the murders. Damon Gant was convicted of two counts of murder. For the details, I'd suggest consulting Detective Gumshoe, though the particulars hardly matter now.

Really... I would have never guessed.

[there's an arrow drawn to Badd's first note below] I guess that explains his tone then, doesn't it?

No one guessed, until Mr. Wright. Damon's intentions might have been good, once, but the pursuit of justice has limits. We ignored them at our folly.

It does. I don't know what their professional relationship was like, but I can't imagine that was an easy time to be on the force.

I see.

I'll have to ask him later then. I wasn't in close contact with Gant so I wouldn't have known.

[...] Thank you for telling me about him.

It's the least I can do.

I don't think anyone will be laying out flowers for him. At least there's justice somewhere in this cursed place.

He saved my life in the process, though that might have been accidental. Pity we'll never have a chance to ask, isn't it?

I'm planning to head up to the morgue tomorrow night. Interested?

Confirm the body? I can do that.

The dead deserve their rest, after all.

Thank you.

[...] Harsh, much?

[This note was removed after the explanation above.]

[There are several false starts of random scrawls and scribbles.]

HE'S WHAT?!

Dead. ~~I do believe the meaning of the term is well-established.~~

Murdered, if you like. By some kind of creature.

I'm going up to confirm the body tonight. By myself.

Where did it happen? What kind of creature?

I'm coming with you.

In the atrium of the medical wing. Something that looked like several creatures sutured together, with long claws.

I believe I just said you were not.

So you're going to go by yourself? That's dangerous, Lana!

And I have a right to see him. He hurt me too, you know.

And what do you think you could do against a monster with giant claws and no compunctions?

Detective Badd will be sufficient backup.

There are monsters all over the place, you know.

You're not trying to hide something from me, are you? I can handle it, I promise!

I'm not questioning your dedication.

This is my responsibility. I've asked enough of you as it is.

FINE. If you don't want me there, I won't be there.

[No reply is posted, although particularly astute investigators might find a few notes labeled Ema with nothing else on them in the trash.]

All we're going to do is confirm he's dead. It's not something you need to be a part of.

I'm a forensic scientist in training. I might be able to help.

The circumstances of his death are, I'm afraid, not at all in doubt. Merely the continuation of that status.

? ~~He's~~ [pen taps] He's been gone for a while now, pal.

[added after skimming over the other replies, handwriting rushed:] The Chief of Police was HERE?? B ~~But~~ ~~How did~~

[pentaps]

He was. You might want to brush up on your observation skills, Detective.

[large inkblot]

~~You saw it happen, then?~~ A Are you hurt at all, Ms. Skye?

No, I'm not.

[a few false starts] Because if you were, I've got medical supplies I could give to you.

That will not be necessary. The -- thing -- only attacked Chief Gant.

You might want to talk to a man called Javert -- he runs rescue missions, and your supplies and your assistance would be valuable.

I've already volunteered to help that new paramedics group, but I'll try and get in contact with him, too.

[inkblot] Take care of yourself, Ms. Skye.

I think they may be working together, although I'm not sure.

You too, Detective.

[Added later:]

Also -- Detective Meekins has left the institute, though as far as I'm aware no foul play was involved.

Well, it looks like I'm dropping the supplies off to him tonight, anyway.

Meekins? Who's that?

If you see Ema, keep an eye on her.

A junior officer from our precinct with more enthusiasm than skill. Who was evidently charged with -- and cleared of -- the same murder I was?

Will do.

[inkblot, followed by small pen streak:] Oh, that guy?? [pen taps] What would the General have wanted with someone like him? I guess he's another person we'll have to find once we've escaped.

[deliberate inkblot, not that anyone can tell it's deliberate]

Your guess is as good as mine, Detective.

You think he's still on this world? Out there, somewhere, believing he belongs? Hmm.

This is... unfortunate. Was he behaving strangely before it happened?

He was defending both of us, rather than focusing on self-preservation. Then again, he could have felt the odds were better that way.

[her normal handwriting, at the top of a full-size piece of notebook paper]

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[1/2; doesn't recognize handwriting; making a guess about canon]

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[assuming she only saw the second note]

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