Entry 8. John's first blog entry.

[drdaytimetelly]

Comments

text - sorta.

[systemfails]

My theory on the 'other people' is that this place is fucked. That's it. ...who were you?

I'm good with any time.

[Private]

As for blogs... we had an interesting relationship with blogs at work. They stopped the first folks, back in... your time, I guess, from doing it. Then they realised it kinda helped a lot of folk deal with the worst shit, and people were gonna do it anyway. But you couldnae compromise a case, so we've now got internal blogs. There's talk of using them for more than just a talkin' post.

I usedta think it was just for cops who liked to talk and didnae actually do much work. But... now I think about it, that kinda thing could be useful for all sortsa reasons. It might give a sense of order, if nothin' else. It's why I've made evidence files for this kinda stuff... just collectin' what happens, if nothing else.

Actually, neglected them of late. Should probably... You blog. I'll get me evidence. We might just crack this shit by talking through what we know. Or it might make us feel better. I'm startin' to

private; text

[drdaytimetelly]

I kind of assumed that wasn't you. I was Marco.

And that's about all I have to say about that.

Don't get me wrong, I used to think blogging was stupid, and I felt really silly doing it. What was I supposed to write? "Today I woke up, had a cup of tea and an apple, then went for a walk in the park and had a flashback about being at the FOB again." I mean, really, how was that supposed to help with anything?

But then my life started getting exciting and now I just find it kind of comforting.

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[systemfails]

Mar... oh, so we really were square, huh? I... but why did whoever was me not act like... me?

I never actually tried it myself, not really. But I can see exactly what you mean... I'd just be careful about writing about people you actually see on a day to day basis. At least, where they can read it.

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[drdaytimetelly]

No idea, Sue.

And this isn't my first time blogging, you know.

voice

[drdaytimetelly]

Poke fun all you want, but most of Scotland Yard used to read my blog.

[LUCKY JOHN for once.]

voice

[drdaytimetelly]

That's right.

Can I ask how you know him though? ...did you read about him?

private - ignoring the rest.

[a_sighted_man]

That was me. Just so you know, you didn't spe... well, maybe you did.

But Svetlana's friend - he was me.

private

[drdaytimetelly]

I didn't what? Wait, wait, hold on a second....

You were Billy, is that what you're saying?

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[a_sighted_man]

I believe so. It's a difficult thing to phrase accurately.

I thought you might want to know.

Re: private

[drdaytimetelly]

...well, that would explain why you disappeared.

[caycep]

Not sure why all the changes didn't affect me but ... can't say I'm complaining.

private

[drdaytimetelly]

Lucky you....though it's probably just to even things out because you had a murderer for a flatmate.

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[caycep]

I guess there's some justice in this world after all.

Re: private

[drdaytimetelly]

A sort of twisted sense of justice.

Speaking of which, have you started boxing his things and moving them into the corridor yet?

Private

[lost_undercover]

Thanks, guy. For your help.

Private

[drdaytimetelly]

Happy to help.

Feeling all right?

Private

[lost_undercover]

Well enough.

Private

[drdaytimetelly]

I know you probably don't want to talk about this, but you probably know what I was going to ask anyway, so....

Those men. The ones that showed up when the city changed. Who were they, Billy?