TEXT/BULLETIN ✍ 004 --> PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT

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[The following is a public bulletin, posted to everyone's Dreamberry in Somarium from the SCPD (Somarium City Police Department).]

The statue in Espoir Village Square and its underlying tunnels are now under police jurisdiction. There will be no more unauthorized adventures or trespassers to either of these places under any circumstances

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[insorrow]

[Ken hesitated for a long time before he sent this message. Sat there for a long time with the Dreamberry in his hands, just staring at it and wondering - should I be doing this?

[Because he's not at all sure he's doing the right thing, if he should be doing this at all, not when going to the police about something like this could lay them all open to... he doesn't know. He just knows this feels wrong - but not saying anything would look pretty damn funny too, wouldn't it? Refusing to report something like this would have any policeman with half a teacupful of brain wondering why he'd been so backward at coming forward when a murderer was on the loose, and that would doom them too.

[He hits send.]

I think someone killed me.

VIDEO back

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[Rather than a detached text, Ken receives a full blown video call in response to his message. Javert wants to study this person with his grave, grim eyes and forbidding grimace. After all, if this boy is correct, then the Inspector will have a new case to investigate under his belt.]

When and where? [Two abrupt syllables, like an ultimatum, fell from his firm mouth.] Tell me only those things. Nothing more. We will talk details later.

[VIDEO]

[insorrow]

[... this was not what he'd expected, or hoped for.

[There's a reason Ken hasn't called in to see the police in person - two reasons, really. First and foremost, he can't talk. Secondly... well, it's Javert. Something about that man has Ken wanting to steer well clear. It's not that he's nervous, he tells himself: it just always seemed, well, kind of better to stay unnoticed. Be normal, be ordinary, keep your head down and hope he finds someone else to concentrate on - and it had worked, hadn't it? And then someone had killed him, and suddenly keeping his head down wasn't going to work at all--

[He gestures to his throat, shakes his head quickly, mouths, I can't speak. Texting would probably be awkward, so he reaches for a notebook and pen, quickly scribbles something down, and holds it up to the screen. Here's hoping that the translators work on text...]

I can't talk. I haven't been able to since I got back here.

It was the 3rd. I was going to the take-out in the shopping district. I was about 5 minutes' walk from Zephry Pointe