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Adam Morgenstern is Professor Moriarty ([info]napoleonic_star) wrote in [info]musings,
@ 2010-09-07 11:03:00

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for d. hockney


[An envelope with "D. Hockney" written on the face has been carefully folded and left under some loose cement by a pair of binoculars on the Space Needle's observation deck. The unobservant have not noticed it, and it has been left undisturbed. Inside is a stick note. Both hold the memory of Adam humming along to Tchaikovsky's piano concerto as he tucks the envelope under the cement.]





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[info]the_automaton
2010-09-10 01:24 am UTC (link)
Rather than wander about aimlessly in Seattle, Daryl took the note back to her apartment for some research. After an obligatory taunting message to Mr. Morgenstern and an update to Mr. Brandon, she opened up GoogleMaps and began to survey a map of the area of Seattle surrounding the Space Needle.

The clues directing her to 9th street from Denny Way made her job laughably easy, practically leading her along. She scrolled over the map, gaze intent on anything that could be a place for where people would "look for answers to fix broken minds and hearts." Less than five minutes after she had started, she believed she had found her answer.

Standing outside the Seattle Children's Hospital Research Institute, she glanced down at the note in her hand. Answers were certainly found in institutions like this, and it was in the necessary location. It was perfect. Now, a heart was what mattered, in tangles of metal. She walked a wide perimeter around the institute, keeping her gaze sharp for anything that resembled a heart.

Before too long, she found herself standing before a large metal sculpture of a heart. Its image was twisted and warped, but there was no mistaking its shape. Without even looking down at the note in her hand, Daryl folded and slipped it into her pocket. The smirk that spread across her face was large enough to make her skin ache.

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