Project Papillon [Network]

You still alive, Sexy?

So. Memories are back, and I'm still running into dead ends. At least they haven't dragged in any more bodies, though that doesn't always mean squat. God knows how many people go missing unreported in a city this size. Just the facts, people.

[Eliot]
Hey there, Big Sexy. It's nice to know who you are again. Even if everybody does remember us as the couple that got hosed down for public lewdness in the stable. Win some, lose some, eh?

( Thomas Raith )

( Eliot Spencer )

( Tenth Doctor )

( Becky )

Well. It looks like I'll be launching the Papillon City Spook Squad's first official homicide investigation. Just in time for Halloween.

Peachy.

Anyone with information...yadda yadda...you know where to find me.

Well. Third marriage was even shorter than the first--but I will say it was probably the least stressful of them all. Go figure.

God, I need to get laid. I kept expecting the pet skull to ogle me every morning, but no.

Eliot & Thomas--could I interest either of you in some apple pie?

Wanted: One sparring partner. No magic, no weapons. Just good old fashioned hand to hand.

If anyone's in the mood for pie, feel free to come by the bakery. I have apple, blueberry, custard, and lemon meringue all ready to go.

What the hell?

Is this thing on?

Anyone out there?

Hello?