Duplicity Inbox

[alwayskayaking]

Duplicity Inbox

You've reached Tim Stoker. I'm out at the moment. Leave me a message and I'll return your call soon.

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[compellingstatement]

I'm one person with upward of 50 legitimate Statements and a growing backlog, Tim. [Well, and he has Gerry, but he tries not to send Gerry out on his own for things. That's how you end up with works following you home.]

That one came in last month.

[alwayskayaking]

Where is it? Have you talked to the person who gave the statement at all? [He won't criticise Jon's excuses because they were completely valid ones. Instead he decides to just work on a solution.] Surely they might know where that thing still is.

[compellingstatement]

I haven't spoken to them, no. The number they provided was disconnected when I tried it.

[On the bright side, they're no longer talking about the jumper or playing. Jon's still feeling a little woozy and nursing a growing headache, but he takes a moment to steady himself, and then stalks out of the office, motioning for Tim to follow. He leads the other man to a shelf where a few file boxes are sitting. Jon opens one of them and pulls out a folder after flipping through some.]

There. Millicent Brown. Her partner is the one who was taken by the parasite.

[alwayskayaking]

Millicent Brown. [Tim repeats absent mindlessly to commit the name to memory. He doesn't wait for permission. Instead coming in and taking the folder. Already starting to quickly scan the papers inside as he leafs through it.] Any other statements that link to it? [Later Tim might look back with wonder at how easily he fell back into this roll in this moment. There had been a bit of a learning curb with the publishing job he took in this city despite having done it for five years back home. Yet when it came to assisting Jon with his archive work it seemed as simple as breathing.]

cw: body horror

[compellingstatement]

None that I've seen come in on a skim. I haven't looked at the ones for the past week, though. I've been busy looking for a cursed teapot. Grows fungus inside people who drink tea from it. It's been found, smashed, and buried in many pieces in different parts of the city to prevent it pulling itself back together.

You're welcome to go through the latest. That's the box I keep the new arrivals in. I've already pulled out the ones that are complete nonsense.

[alwayskayaking]

I think I will. [Tim will quickly get himself comfortable with the statements. Sitting down to read through them, making notes on a notepad he's gotten from somewhere, looking up some details on his phone. He's completely focused on his work that he will be leaving Jon alone up until the point he says goodbye. Leaving because he has some leads he wants to follow up.]