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Sep. 29th, 2009 08:54 am[He’d woken up in a strange bed, a strange room and what appeared to also be a strange house. This in itself would not be considered too out of the place for someone in his line of work, if it were not for the odd pictures around the house, the feeling that something was very wrong and the fact that his hat was missing. A few minutes later he's rubbing his arm where strange men had given him a vaccination of some sort.
After a few hours exploring the strange house, his ankle, everything he could find and talking to a few people in the house, he picked up the phone.]
Hello?
It appears I am being held against my will in a strange house with strange people who seem to have even stranger taste in decorating. Not only that, I appear to have been the victim of various unwilling medical procedures that I am quite certain I did not approve of. If anyone has any advice on who is keeping me here I would be most appreciative.
[His voice goes quieter, almost murmuring to himself]
I’m afraid my research will need to be put on hold. And as for finding....
[Realizes he is still holding the phone]
Oh yes...I’m sorry,
I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion.
[The last line being a code, Lemony hangs up the phone hoping that are some volunteers in this odd town who will get his message.]
After a few hours exploring the strange house, his ankle, everything he could find and talking to a few people in the house, he picked up the phone.]
Hello?
It appears I am being held against my will in a strange house with strange people who seem to have even stranger taste in decorating. Not only that, I appear to have been the victim of various unwilling medical procedures that I am quite certain I did not approve of. If anyone has any advice on who is keeping me here I would be most appreciative.
[His voice goes quieter, almost murmuring to himself]
I’m afraid my research will need to be put on hold. And as for finding....
[Realizes he is still holding the phone]
Oh yes...I’m sorry,
I didn’t realize this was a sad occasion.
[The last line being a code, Lemony hangs up the phone hoping that are some volunteers in this odd town who will get his message.]
