At last...here they are! The missing tapes from that fateful day, almost a year ago! Now I can see for sure that Cobalt didn't kill Lard Lad.
At least, I hope that's the case. Cobalt grows more distant each day...
Its not safe to play them here; the Office of Security has long been compromised. I'll have to find another ally who can help me see what information the tapes may have...
From: Right by Cobie's Side | Registered: Jul 2003
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Lolita? It's Rockhopper Lad. You asked me to come by, right? What's up?
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From: The Pyngwyn Colonies of Planet Hyustyn | Registered: Aug 2005
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Time to get this place back up and running.
Especially if Virgin Lad thinks he can just declare Martial Law and cancel the upcoming elections...
Truth and Justice shall Prevail! (Get Gladys the Sentient Disco Ball in here... I've got a job for her...)
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From: The Back Office in Abin's Fixit Shop. | Registered: Sep 2003
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As a long time security officer, I must protest the questioning of Lard Lad ... what suspicions have you?
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From: The waters off eastern Long Island | Registered: Jul 2003
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Ohmygod! Sharky, he's like had a history of fueding with Mr. Cobalt including like a couple of knock-down drag-out fights and he's made threats in the past.
And we don't like know if this is some outsider trying to weaken the LMBP by taking out it's most powerful members, which would make him a prime target.
And anyway we just wanna like talk to him. We want to find out if he knows anything we don't know.
So like quit like gnashing your teeth at me and go like find him.
Like Right Now, Sharky!!
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From: Here? | Registered: Oct 2003
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<In the alley next to Clive Taylor aka Virgin Lad's Apartment Building. Lt Hutch Starsky, Head of CSI for legion World, is supervising a crew of investigators. Standing with him are My Wee Fem and Jailbait Lass.>
Lt Starsky: Space Ranger is transporting the body to Medicus Tower in a Stasis capsule.
MWF: He's still alive after having his hand chopped off and being thrown out a 14th floor window?
Lt Starsky: Not that I could tell but you know how Spacey is... The body was still warm so he thinks Clive might have some spark of life left in him and if any Doctor in this universe can bring someone back from that close to death... it's Doc One.
JBL: Yeah, Doc One's proven that to be true more than once...
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What can I DO for you?
From: Legion World Security Office | Registered: Dec 2003
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well, as long as you just wanna talk to him ... I'll see what I can do ... but if this goes screwy at any point, I'm coming after you ...
VVVVVVVVV Everyday Girl ^^^^^^^^^^^^^
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From: The waters off eastern Long Island | Registered: Jul 2003
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<suddenly, in the shadows of the trees outside of the Office of Security, Exnihil winks in from the future. He looks around to get his bearings and sights his past self uneasily swaying toward toward the front doors. The past Ex looks rather the worse for wear: his shirt-tails untucked, an unseemly stain down the front, a four-day facial hair growth, cowlick askew in a disheveled fashion. Future Ex grows pensive as he watches his past self>
Oh my god, I know this day! This is the day just prior to the one I just left... this is where I tried to confess to the Cobie assassination. I think I'm beginning to sense a pattern.
<suddenly he gets an idea. Franticly he reaches inside his jacket and takes out a pen and paper. He scrawls something hastily down, looks again at past Ex, and makes up his mind>
It's now or never... HEY... EXNIHIL!!!
<past Ex looks over to the shadows and squints. He's not quite certain of what's going on but, in his drunken state, wanders over anyway>
Who're you? <he slurls> Whaddya want?
<future Ex, making sure to stay obscured by the shadows, holds out the paper>
Listen, Ex, I need you to do me a favor. Take this... no I don't have time to explain... listen, I know you've got business of your own, but it's very important that you give this to the Office of Security.
<uneasily, past Ex takes the paper. He drunkenly sways, confused, but beyond the point of caring>
What? No... you know what... fine... I don't even care... whatever, buddy.
<Past Ex stumbles off again toward the Security Office, as future Ex watches sadly. He whispers to himself>
I pray this works
<He bends down and digs about a foot into the ground. Again he pulls out an aged pocketwatch, winds it, and reburies it in the ground>
<The double doors to the lobby of the Office of Security swing open. Past Ex stumbles uneasily to the front desk where the on-duty clerk is busy with paperwork>
<he hands the paper to the desk clerk... takes an uneasy step backward... and promptly passes out>
<the desk clerk looks down at the crumpled form on the floor before him, shakes his head, places the paper into a huge pile in his in-bin... then goes back to his paperwork>
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Everyday Girl, there you are! Before I go out hunting for Lard, I gotta ask ya ...
Say, what's Exnihil doing on the floor?
Ex, buddy, wake up ... c'mon, we can crack this case ...
<SharkLad struggles to lift Exnihil off the floor>
Hey man, next time take it easy on the Diet Coke ... that stuff'll kill ya ...
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From: The waters off eastern Long Island | Registered: Jul 2003
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<call comes to the front desk. No one answers>
The Machine: All security officers are currently occupied, please leave a message after the beep
<BEEP>
Hmm...exactly the sort of lax organization I intend to fix. Never mind, I will take care of this myself...
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From: undisclosed | Registered: Apr 2007
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He's out on the streets... Your ring will lead you to him...
Truth and Justice shall Prevail! (Follow his lead My and you'll learn a lot)
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From: The Back Office in Abin's Fixit Shop. | Registered: Sep 2003
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Virgin Lad was just pronounced dead by the attending physician on Medicus. You no longer have a mysterious assault to solve, you now have a murder investigation on your hands.
I'll see to the preparation of his body to be moved to the morgue. Please inform the appropriate authorities to prepare a place on Shanghalla.
I'm very sad and I'm going to cry now. Find the killer before we have two funerals.
3G out.
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From: Brightonopolis | Registered: Apr 2005
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