[text] @riku; lost & found and other stuff [open]

[equinoctials]

Hey. Hope you're all staying safe. It's icy out there.

The Postmaster gave me a package. Couldn't tell you who sent it but I think there's been a mistake. This was inside.

[ There's a picture attached of a yarn snowman wearing a knit black cap and black and white knitted scarf with green buttons for eyes. It's pretty cute... ]

Does this belong to anyone?

One more thing.

The movie theater downtown has a stage and multiple film projectors. Big library of films too. The spirits working the concession counter seem okay too.

Only problem is it needs power. Take a look at this.

[ The attached picture shows five slots that look like they could fit a big square car battery or something like it. ]

Not exactly urgent. Still, a movie sometimes might not be too bad.

-Riku

Comments

[pearlstrings]

[It isn't a suggestion Riku has to make. Bruce is quiet for a long moment before the reply arrives.]

Not if we repair one.

[equinoctials]

Are you sure?
That's not a decision you can take back later.

[pearlstrings]

Yes, I know.

[equinoctials]

Give me about two hours.

[pearlstrings]

This is a very concerning reply when it comes from you.

[equinoctials]

Flattered.

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[pearlstrings]

I know you.

private

[equinoctials]

Worried? It won't un-hide itself. That takes time, that's all.

[pearlstrings]

[Ah. The lantern.]

I see.

Thank you Riku.

[equinoctials]

[ He'd asked for two hours but failed to account for how hard earth becomes when it's cold.

Chipping through a layer of ice left by the storm, and then the thick crust of old snow from the blizzard weeks earlier, and finally through a foot and a half of earth to uncover the box takes a considerable chunk of the night.

In the morning, a dirt-stained box containing the pieces of Jim Gordon's lantern sits on the table, the box wiped clean as well as he could manage. Riku doesn't make an appearance, as he's sleeping in for a change. ]