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[flying_kickapow]

ok... just how many of us were at the club????

[a pause, then hastily added:] i take back evrything bad i said about katara by the way. best sister ever!!

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[nevercomplain]

...What were you doing at The Black Cat?

[flying_kickapow]

visitting

[nevercomplain]

Who exactly, if you don't mind me asking?

[flying_kickapow]

no one

i wantd to see the club

[nevercomplain]

Ah, I see. I'm not too familiar with The Black Cat. What does it look like inside?

[flying_kickapow]

oh you know. black, lots of smoke....... it has kindof a 'charred' feeling....

[nevercomplain]

[Watson furrows his mustache in annoyance.]

What did it look like inside?

[flying_kickapow]

i dont know, like a club. bar, tables, et setera.

[nevercomplain]

I'm a very detailed man, being a doctor. I'd like to imagine this in my head as if I was really in The Black Cat.

Where were these items specifically?

[flying_kickapow]

[pause; ink pools] theres some stuff i dont remembre.

the tables were all over, but theres a big starecase in back, with a big piktur of a cat. near the stage. & we all had to try to get out the front becos the back was on fire.

you should ask your friend, he was there.

[nevercomplain]

[On another sheet of paper, one that didn't come from the journal, Watson draws a makeshift floor plan for the Black Cat. He marks where the fire supposedly happened, according to the man's description.]

That's perfect, young man. Thank you. I hope you do get better and heal from this terrible crime.

[flying_kickapow]

its sokka.

and im fine, just a little burnd.