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Log: Ongoing
Who: Gabe (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
punching_devils) and Tycho (daddys_working)
Where: Startling Developments Detective Agency Office
What:Playing with Investigating dead things.
Rating: ... Hmmm PG-13 for... vaguely gross stuff and some language?
Correct diameter hole drilled where the parietal and occipital lobes meet?
Check.
Totally useless and squishy gray matter removed?
Check.
Lids up?
Check.
State of the art projector inserted into correct diameter hole drilled where the parietal and occipital lobes meet?
Check.
"Gabe. Hit the lights."
punching_devils) and Tycho (daddys_working)Where: Startling Developments Detective Agency Office
What:
Rating: ... Hmmm PG-13 for... vaguely gross stuff and some language?
Correct diameter hole drilled where the parietal and occipital lobes meet?
Check.
Totally useless and squishy gray matter removed?
Check.
Lids up?
Check.
State of the art projector inserted into correct diameter hole drilled where the parietal and occipital lobes meet?
Check.
"Gabe. Hit the lights."
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Gabe turned to the light switch, wound up, and smashed his fist into the wall.
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Tycho sighs and shakes his head.
"... Thank you."
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Tycho flips the switch on the projector which sputters to life. A cloth covered object in front of the lens glows with light. He whips off the cloth with a flourish of a stage illusionist, revealing the severed head from the beach (http://punching-devils.livejournal.com/3080.html). The mouth hangs open in a wordless and brilliantly shining cry.
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He scratched his head and approached it to peer closely at the severed head.
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Tycho regarded the wall opposite the head thoughtfully for a moment and then seemed to think of something.
He balled up the cloth and stuffed it in the open mouth of the severed head.
"Get your head out of the way... of the head."
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"Oh!" He dodged out of the way, almost instinctively like a prize fighter.
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Or, used to be a prize fighter.
Because he hadn't needed to fight for any prizes recently. Including that beach ball, he got that by threatening. Unfortunately, "Prize Threatener" just doesn't have the same ring.
With Gabe's razor sharp pompadour out of the way and light leakage successfully plugged, the light shone through the eyes of the severed head projecting a blurry image onto the blank wall opposite it.
Tycho fiddled with the cart the projector and head sat on, moving it forward and back trying to get the image into focus.
"Let's see what you saw Mr. Head."
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"If we find the killer, that'd be great publicity," he muses.
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Publicity was good, as was putting an end to horrible serial murders, but really Tycho was mostly interested in whether or not he could get something that would make a good paper to publish when they finally got out of this place.
He carefully turned the head upside down without dislodging it from the lens of the projector. The projector was starting to heat up and a subtle smell of cooking ham began to overcome the sent of decay one expected from a severed head.
The image projected on the wall now looked more clear and right side up.
"There we go... I don't see any people in the shot..."
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Tycho said turning his attention back to the image on the wall.
"Where is that? ...Looks like our friend here was looking up into the sky when he gave up the ghost which isn't answering any calls... Is that a building do you think?"
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