>>5538558“Hmm, mysterious.” You feel like you came out learning less than before. “Who were the two guys who spoke positively about you? The one with the box and the afro guy.”
“Wessam Carpetier. An extraordinary journalist. He was after the origins of some old famous song from decades past. Can’t pinpoint the name. Anyway, we became acquaintances after he found my discarded research while looking for answers about the mysterious artifact he found, and asked my thoughts on the matter. He believed it was a music box and wanted me to find a way to play it. It wasn’t. Just an old communication device fueled by spiritual energy. I never figured out how to make it work.” Dorothy sounds frustrated about this fact.
“And the burly guy?”
“Ah. That’s my childhood friend, Jean-Loup Reid. We were neighbors. Grow up together and all that.” Dorothy won’t go any further.
“Did you date?”
“Oh god, no.” Dorothy is appalled by the idea. “Don’t say such things, he was like an older brother to me.”
“Ah. I see.” You cross your arms. Yup. That’s a lot of information. “I still have a couple of more questions.” Like if she has any clues where the crystal pieces are!
“Well, me too. What in the world is going on HERE?!” Wait, that annoyed tone! It’s Jesse! He managed to get here… in the wheelchair too! Oh, right, you told them you were here!
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Wait, you haven’t even told him a fraction of what happened and… huh… this might not look good.
Sadly, this is all we have for this thread! Thanks for playing and see you next time!
