baby left her alibi at the front door

[centralizes]

[Today, a watchful person may notice any number of things:]

[One, there is suddenly, in those seedier parts of town where good boys and girls aren't meant to go, a shiny, new, healthy-looking clinic. Come one, come all, pimps and prostitutes, otherworlders and unfortunately curious tourists!]

[Two, at the docks, there is what is either a castrated man or a mildly masculine-looking woman in a heated argument with what we can assume to be the owner of the rather large ship they're standing in front of. ... Heated on his part, that is. Our prettyboy seems nothing if not completely unconcerned, even as they plead their case.]

[And three, some gent only recognizable by King's College students or anyone unfortunate(?) enough to have visited one Miss "Elaine" while he's around. He's just doing some shopping, though. Uninteresting as usual, Slenderfucker.]

Comments

[allmyfancy]

[There is a young woman wandering through King's College that Slenderfucker may recognize as a one Alice Liddel. ...Who is 27 and not enrolled there.

You might want to do something about that.]

[selfreleasing]

[Well, technically this is not any of my business but -]

... Uh, Ma'am?

[allmyfancy]

Oh! [SUDDENLY YOU HAVE HER FULL ATTENTION. Her full, not-all-the-way-here attention.]

Hello, you must be one of the professors! Goodness, I'm sure you know the answers I'm looking for.

[selfreleasing]

Well... that depends on what you're looking for, sure.

[allmyfancy]

I was wondering, there's a word that can be used any number of times without changing the spelling to form a sentence, all on it's own. Do you know it?

[...Alice, no.]

[selfreleasing]

I'm not in the English department, sorry... maybe somebody there'd know?

[allmyfancy]

A department to keep language in? Oh, I do hope they let it out for walks. Even one so muddied as English must be allowed to play and frolic outside...

[selfreleasing]

No, no. I don't give English lectures.

[allmyfancy]

I don't see how this means English shouldn't enjoy a good walk now and then, sir!

[previdente]

[As luck would have it, yon pretty boy, the wind just picked up. Rather harshly.

Farther down the dock there is shouting and apparently a stowaway has been discovered and is escaping?]

[bedazzlement]

[What if I just.

Take this opportunity to steal the boat tho. But FIRST got to be heroic! Heroism is very important, so first. Let's run on through this crowd of angry sweaty dudes and try to grab whoever looks like a stowaway.

Then try to hijack the ship.]

[previdente]

[The first hint something might be amiss is when she yelps the moment you touch her. The second is there's a blindfold covering her eyes.

The third is the very real static shock when you grab her.

And yet we must assume you still drag the tiny green-haired lady off to a ship with her spluttering all the while.]

Wha--wait, no, where are you--

[bedazzlement]

[She makes a slight confused noise first at the blindfold, and then at the shock, but of course she carries her onto the ship anyway.

AND WE'RE SAILIN']

Away from here! What with the ruckus you've caused, you were headed in that direction, yes? How quaint, my plans were the same!

[previdente]

...I was disembarking, actually, but this works as well as anything else.

[She'll just. Sigh slowly.] Can this really be piloted with one person? ...One and a half? I'm not sure I'll be any help here.

[bedazzlement]

Details!

[She doesn't specify which statement she's responding to. Too busy taking the ship for a joyride.]

Ah, how long it has been since I felt the wind last! Blindfolded Girl, from where do you hail? To which district of "away from here" are we headed?

[previdente]

It doesn't matter, that's where I was headed 'away' from.

But I think you'll have a difficult time steering a ship to a travelling circus, I believe they're en-route to Paris which, last I checked, is very landlocked.

[bedazzlement]

But one must know where they are from before choosing where they are headed! Ah, or something along those lines, yes? I do not recall.

Paris, you say?

[previdente]

Where I'm from has no meaning, but I suppose it was Japan originally.

Yes, Paris, and given they're who I'm heading away from, I'd rather not darken that door at any point in the forseeable future.

[dead_sexing]

[Into his clinic walks a man dressed entirely too well for this part of the city. Like, seriously. Decked out to the nines. Which probably means he's a pimp.]

Oh, good day to you, sir.

[He speaks in an Eastern European accent, but he seems pretty comfortable with his English.]

[centralizes]

[Things that are not Noel's problem: client occupations.]

Good afternoon. May I help you?

[dead_sexing]

[A good way to approach life. As is not questioning the causes of anemia in local women.]

Ah, do not trouble yourself. I just saw that this new business had been established and thought I would take a look.

[centralizes]

Oh, thank you. As you can see, this is a clinic -- stop by again if you're feeling unwell.

[dead_sexing]

[I won't, but how nice of you to offer.]

Still, what a strange place to set up business. Or perhaps the perfect place, if you are a good Samaritan?

[centralizes]

What place is more full of the ill and infirm?

[dead_sexing]

Oh, indeed. You're doing God's work, doctor.