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VIDEO ✍ 009 --> Backdated to prior to the Dreamwalking event
[The entire announcement is filtered from Alice Liddell. The initial part of this video broadcast is made via official channels, with the caller ID exhibited simply as SCPD.]
Young women from their teenaged years to their middle twenties are cautioned to keep out of the dark. You have all heard the news by now unless you are blind to the papers. Or unable to read.
Walk in pairs, or keep a sturdy man close at hand. There will be no official curfew yet, but it is not wise to be out alone past dusk.
The Somarium Police Department is also accepting any worthy scraps of information concerning the recent murders. A reward of up to ten thousand credits will be paid to the most valuable spies. The identity of the murderer is top importance. All information concerning this ugly matter shall be sent to Chief Inspector Javert at the Government District Police Headquarters.
[This second message is made in the same backdrop as the first - a clean wall behind a massive, looming, dark and authoritative figure, files stacked beside him on what appears to be a desk. Chief Inspector Javert's jaw twitches subtly, the furrows between his brows lowering a millimeter or two. He is very tired and a touch melancholic, but calm and in remarkable control.]
There is a girl in need of a competent new caretaker. She is well-groomed, Christian, and under ten years of age.
Don't call me about it unless you have time and serious interest. I am not a pawnbroker for children; I will expect a faithful and fair commitment to the girl.
Young women from their teenaged years to their middle twenties are cautioned to keep out of the dark. You have all heard the news by now unless you are blind to the papers. Or unable to read.
Walk in pairs, or keep a sturdy man close at hand. There will be no official curfew yet, but it is not wise to be out alone past dusk.
The Somarium Police Department is also accepting any worthy scraps of information concerning the recent murders. A reward of up to ten thousand credits will be paid to the most valuable spies. The identity of the murderer is top importance. All information concerning this ugly matter shall be sent to Chief Inspector Javert at the Government District Police Headquarters.
[This second message is made in the same backdrop as the first - a clean wall behind a massive, looming, dark and authoritative figure, files stacked beside him on what appears to be a desk. Chief Inspector Javert's jaw twitches subtly, the furrows between his brows lowering a millimeter or two. He is very tired and a touch melancholic, but calm and in remarkable control.]
There is a girl in need of a competent new caretaker. She is well-groomed, Christian, and under ten years of age.
Don't call me about it unless you have time and serious interest. I am not a pawnbroker for children; I will expect a faithful and fair commitment to the girl.
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[He snorts, his eyes rolling toward the sky thoughtfully.] My other option is a lone hen in the village. She is a stranger to me, but she strikes me as an honest woman. However... [he grimaces, a pinched and weary expression. He murmurs,] She is a risk. She cannot have stayed here long. What if she is not to last? I will not have that again!
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I don't see why that would matter. Tamaki may be an irritatingly enthusiastic young man, but he is the closest thing Alice has to family left. She'll be happy enough living with him.
[And with the information in hand that she called to weasel out of him, Naomi is done with this conversation. Since her internal revelation on her husband's secret affections for another woman, the man's wife has withdrawn from him considerably. She honestly has little desire to even speak to the Chief Inspector beyond this.] ...I need to go. She's calling.
[Naomi has never been one for goodbyes when they were happy together. Now it is just awkward.
She hangs up without another word.]
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Javert grimaces at the blackened screen, his lower lip jutting straight out and gaping just slightly in the middle. It bestows upon him a rather sour and miserable expression, one of consternation from an unpleasant surprise. Well, he was about to say that he would be home after dusk to take a late supper and give her the details, but now he will just have to assume he will find her with the girl later, either at their modest home or running amok in her laboratory. Yes, neither Naomi nor Javert were the most romantic or publicly gooey couple in that city, but they certainly spoke to each other much more casually and easily than this.
They usually did, in any case. None of these cold exchanges. No absence of farewells.
But rather than worry the Inspector, it simply strikes the wrong chord. It irritates him. He is already exhausted; he does not need a testy wife attempting to teach him a lesson for Father-Above-Knows-What. He does not have the time to consider it at the moment, and it will have to wait until his work for the day is finished.
With a low, irritated snort, Inspector Javert tosses the phone aside, atop his 'completed' pile of signed reports, and returns his attention back to his case notes. His honor, strong sense of duty and slowly growing conscience depended on a resolution to this case, and he will be damned (again) if he were to let this monster slip from his grasp.]