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Who: Costigan, Dexter, and Aziraphale and Bourne. PARTY IN THE LAUNDROMAT, YO. ...Henrietta's not invited.
What: THERE WAS A MURDER. ONLY NOT. THERE MUST BE INVESTIGATIONINGS.
Where: The laundromat. It's where the cool kids hang these days.
When: SOME TIME SHORTLY AFTER HENRIETTA KICKED JUDAS'S BUTT, CAME AROUND AND WENT "UHHH, ABOUT THAT GORE--"
Warnings: BLOOOOOD. And very bad lies.
The lights of the laundromat hummed overhead, innocuous and mundane. Fluorescent bulbs glared down at the sharp smears and dashes of blood across the floor, the smudges on Henrietta's chosen washer made starker by the off-white of the machine. Most of the blood had already dried. The patches that hadn't held the gluey look of half-congealed fluid. A pile of clothes sat behind the glass of the washer's porthole.
Half-under one of the dryers across from the scene, a broken plastic knife sat glued to the ground with dried blood, ragged twists of gore stuck in its fractures.
A bulb flickered and buzzed a bit louder before subsiding into the background again.
What: THERE WAS A MURDER. ONLY NOT. THERE MUST BE INVESTIGATIONINGS.
Where: The laundromat. It's where the cool kids hang these days.
When: SOME TIME SHORTLY AFTER HENRIETTA KICKED JUDAS'S BUTT, CAME AROUND AND WENT "UHHH, ABOUT THAT GORE--"
Warnings: BLOOOOOD. And very bad lies.
The lights of the laundromat hummed overhead, innocuous and mundane. Fluorescent bulbs glared down at the sharp smears and dashes of blood across the floor, the smudges on Henrietta's chosen washer made starker by the off-white of the machine. Most of the blood had already dried. The patches that hadn't held the gluey look of half-congealed fluid. A pile of clothes sat behind the glass of the washer's porthole.
Half-under one of the dryers across from the scene, a broken plastic knife sat glued to the ground with dried blood, ragged twists of gore stuck in its fractures.
A bulb flickered and buzzed a bit louder before subsiding into the background again.