Day 57: Library (third shift)

[unpriest]

The meal shift had come to an end without being able to ease Seishin's confusion. In fact, the conversation with Vino-san had only served to raise even more questions than he initially had. It had all sounded so strange and unreal, though he didn't think the other man had any reason to lie to him. He couldn't help but to be a little skeptical,

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[fourstonewalls]

Lana had never been especially comfortable taking compliments, at least not when they weren't warranted. She'd been a good detective, and most of her prosecutorial career was something she could stand behind, but this display of earnest faith was too easily abused. Even if they desperately needed the kind of honesty it indicated, naivete wasn't necessary. He knew what she'd done, and he still was going on about it.

Then he got to the part about von Karma, and her eyebrows, which had finally gotten some rest, went back up. My, my, Prosecutor. Felled by handwriting, were we? The perfect crime was an illusion, they all knew that, but making such a rookie mistake!? She was almost disappointed. Perhaps she'd track down Damon and see what, precisely, had happened; he couldn't have been involved, except administratively in the investigation, and his description of the facts a little less...confused.

He kept burbling on, but being distracted by that odd contradiction had her better able to just nod pleasantly at him.

"At ease, Officer. We can discuss the future of the department some other time. Now, do you have any questions for me? I've been here quite a bit longer than you have, after all."

Sorry for the long wait for such a short tag D:

[dork_at_duty]

"Actually, Sir... now that you mention it, I was wondering about something." Meekins scratched his head. "I've noticed that people seem to like to speak in code on the bulletin board. In particular, they seem to avoid using the word 'tonight.' Why is that, Sir?"

no prob!

[fourstonewalls]

At least he'd gathered it was a code. Small miracles.

"The staff frown upon frank discussion of the true nature of this establishment." That was likely too subtle, but he'd have all afternoon to puzzle it out. "If you put up something that talks about tonight or last night, it's liable to be removed before it gets to the person you wanted to see it."

"They seem to have no trouble with extremely obvious code, so I wouldn't worry about coming up with anything fancy. Just refer to your evening activities as if they were dreams, and there'll be no problem."

The mystery wasn't so much why they -- at least the previous administration -- had frowned on calls to direct action, but why they'd allowed such transparent lies to pass. It nagged at her professional nerves. Intelligence should be consistent; this wasn't a case of a smart man panicking, but a constant omission. Merely sport? Or was there someone else that was fooled? The orderlies hadn't been blatant about it, but Lana had gotten the impression they were in on the grand joke.