~thirty-six~ [event!]

[glowing_science]

[Ema's still shaking off death number four--probably the worst one yet, given that Klavier was right behind her when she took the bullet to her head and probably ended up with no small amount of her blood on him--but the town is spiraling into chaos and she feels like she needs to do something. If not because it's the Right Thing to Do, which is

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[phone]

[buildstherobots]

Probably a good use of your time. The dairy is a bloodbath.

I suppose I could accompany you; I have items of my own that I'd like to pick up. You would do well to properly utilize my brilliance while you have it.

[phone]

[glowing_science]

So I've heard.

[Something about his tone--stuck up, even now?!--causes her to bristle, but she swallows it down in interest of Getting Shit Done.]

Do you know how to use forensic science tools?

[phone]

[buildstherobots]

[Probably a good decision; arguing with Dist is like a Möbius strip of frustration.]

It's not my specialty, but I can't imagine it will be difficult. The dairy is a dead end, but I know that if I were the postman and I defected I'd have left ample clues in my office. The key may yet be hidden there, and I'm interested in finding it.

[phone]

[glowing_science]

I can teach you how to use the instruments.

You and me both. There's another woman meeting me there in an hour and a half. Meet us then.

[phone]

[buildstherobots]

I'll be there.

[Probably not drunk.]

[phone]

[glowing_science]

I'll see you there, then.

[If you show up drunk, she's throwing you out of the building and not letting you help. :| ]