[Voice]

[gaveherwings]

[There's a brief flash of chrome, linoleum and the blue cotton sleeve of scrubs, before video is swapping out for audio only.

But there's a constant background sizzle, chatter and the clink of plates and coffee cups that's still telling of his location]

And it's back to debating birthing ethics over short stacks and omlettes... (which they must see

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[caveatwalls]

I fear you just caused an island wide drop in the sale of egg related breakfast foods, doctor.

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[gaveherwings]

Did I? For stating the inherently obvious- that it is an egg product?

I believe we've been over the subject on this network before, with both Miss Ahiru and Miss Nana.

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[caveatwalls]

No, but if your implications give people the idea of something ludicrous like Darkness chickens, who knows the consequences.

[gdit why does no one get his humor]

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[gaveherwings]

I never implied darkness chickens, though if you're to find them anywhere, they'd be in SERO's coop, not Skyline's kitchen.

[caveatwalls]

[...Nevermind. Just more reason to believe someone else was incapable of observational thought.]

I need to access the morgue and your labs.

[gaveherwings]

Have you a warrant?

[Private]

What for, precisely?

encrypted

[caveatwalls]

You know I'm not with the police.

Gregory Tresler, the asylum escapee. I believe he's claimed a new victim, and I can use the body to find him.

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[gaveherwings]

Do you have any information about the victim? You know he was sent to our morgue?

[caveatwalls]

He was a regular at the Knot-A Fight Club.

[A bruiser, and not one to be taken lightly. It was an unsolved murder in the newspapers, but his contacts at the club were enough to put two and two together.]

I knew him.

[gaveherwings]

A name, perhaps? Physical description?

...Have you asked Re-l for forensic information?

[caveatwalls]

Jonathan Albright, age thirty six. Approximately six feet, two hundred fifty pounds, all muscle. Shaved head, brown eyes. [Strong but slow.]

I've looked [hacked] at the initial forensic report. I'd like to make my own analysis.

[gaveherwings]

And the labs? What is it you need?

[caveatwalls]

Nothing major. A microscope, some computer access, petri dishes and the like.

[The whole lab, really.]

[gaveherwings]

[A pause, smile, then-]

Did Dr. Watson allow for the this manner of intrusion often?

[caveatwalls]

[If the voice function was on, Sherlock's tone would suddenly become rather sharp. Yet another advantage of text; the disguise of politeness.]

I would occasionally visit him, and no ripples occurred.

[gaveherwings]

And by visit, you mean little borrowings of this nature?