tushanshu | video; from a cafe, not anonymous.

Good morning.

I believe most of you are aware of the recent... problem that some of the foreigners had, recently, becoming invisible and losing some aspect of who they are, whether physical or otherwise.

I have two questions regarding that, in an attempt to find out what happened, why, and how it can possible be prevented in the future. Of course, the primary theory for a reason is that disorder in Keeliai weakens the turtle and gives more power to the threat to it, or some variation thereof, but maybe that is imprecise - or not specific enough.

The questions are:

First, are any of you still afflicted by whatever you lost when you got shifted from phase? If not, did you notice something peculiar before, around the time of, or after the problem discontinued?

Second, [ and Damian holds up a sketch, police-style but executed very, very well, of a youngish, dark skinned kedan man, about 25-30, drawn from the description of the old couple running the museum and confirmed by them, ] have any of you seen or talked with this man? Whether you were affected by the occurrence or not.

My name is Damian Wayne, I will be here, at the [ name of the cafe ] in Earth sector until noon, feel free to find me here or ask to meet somewhere else later, if you are unwilling to discuss your answers over the consoles.

Thank you for your time.

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Not since yesterday. Peculiar how? I mean the whole thing's been pretty messed up.

[There's nothing unconnected with Bats. Nothing. So even though Bart's not making the connection when Damian holds up the familiar-looking sketch, he knows it's there. So maybe it's not so hot an idea to say he knows him on a feed. Especially with Damian all but waving around a neon sign saying 'come talk to me'.]

Never seen him. Sorry. Hey - is that the cafe with the really good dip that tastes almost like ranch? By the shop with all the little carved fish?

Aw man. Now I'm hungry. Order me something. I'll come keep you company while you wait for the Great Pumpkin, Linus.

[The feed ends before he can be told no.]

[Since Damian isn't given a chance to reply, he doesn't try to - but he does order food for Bart, not that it'll take that much more than ordering for the speedster to arrive, more or less.]

[But he wouldn't have said no. That is why he gave his location out, after all.]

[Bart arrives at the cafe quickly, but not too much faster than anyone else would have. It kills him to wait when he has something to say, but Damian's playing this kinda casual. Bart is following his lead.

He drops into the seat across from the boy without waiting for an invitation.]

Hey. Did you order? Do you have that sketch? Can I see it before the food turns up and my hands get dirty?

[At least Damian's prepared himself to wait, with reading and lookup materials and keeping an eye on the console.]

[When Bart does show up, he looks over at him, then just slides the sketch across the table, sipping at his tea.]

Food will be coming, yes.

And I meant peculiar. In any way - one never knows what will provide a clue.

[Bart picks the sketch up carefully to not smudge it. He wants a better look - with all the bats on this turtle, he does not want to be the one to sic them on the wrong kedan. It's not because he's worried about wasting their time. He'd feel bad about the poor kedan.]

I don't know if it's peculiar or not, but it was instant. Not instant for the rest of you. Bombs and lightning bolts aren't instant. This was. There wasn't any oh, wait, hey, I think... yeah, I remember that. It was all just there. Instant for me. And… maybe that's peculiar. Cause something caused it and something stopped it. There's not a lot of somethings that work fast enough for me.

[Bart pushes the sketch back over.] I saw him a while back.

[Damian... isn't going to do anything rush. Yet. But information is important.]

Considering how few events are instantaneous for you, yes, that would make a difference. Narrowing down the list of actual suspect, if nothing else.

[He almost asks when. But... he's not sure Bart's answer - or any answer - would be the best thing to work with. Instead, he goes for,]

Where?

[Bart nods. He's glad that Damian gets it, although he's still not sure if it matters. It might have only been instant for him because, hey, it's his brain and why wouldn't it be? Not knowing sucks.]

He was down by the museum. Only it wasn't open yet. They were still working on it. I get around the city a lot, every day - around the whole Turtle really. There's not a lot of room to stretch your legs. And I don't notice everything ever - I'm not Tim. I notice new things though, cause it might be something to keep me busy for awhile. I was kinda curious about what was going on in that big building.

Anyway. He stopped there. What's so important about him?

He offered the couple who run the museum to prepare the invitations. The same invitations which showed additional text to those who were off-phase.

He might be... good to keep an eye for, should he take on that face again.

He made the invitations? [Damian has his full attention now.] I can do that.

[The food arrives, and Bart quietly asks the kedan if he can have a container to take it with him.]

But you have to tell me if you find out anything. I don't like people messing with my head.

Yes. Even if he is not the culprit, he is... a lead. [Damian gives a small nod, of thanks.]

[Then he waves at the console.]

I believe that is information that needs to go out to a lot of people. And I do not like that, either.

[In other words, yes, Bart, when he knows something, you will know.]

[Bart grins and gives him a little two-finger salute, as he scoops his food unceremoniously into the carton that the waitress has dropped off.]

Thanks. I'm gonna clear out in case any paranoid types want to talk to you in private.

[He stands and fishes around in his pocket, coming up with more than enough juulan to pay for their food, and sets the money on the table.]

See ya around.

[If Damian has no response, Bart heads out.]

[Damian's eyes widen and his mouth purses (he's going to return the money to him, eventually, but not make a scene here), and he only says,]

Thank you. If there is new information, we will be in contact.

[He's not allowed. He's just a kid, and it doesn't sit right to let him pay. ]

Thanks.

[Bart heads out if the restaurant and, just for the sakes of tiny Robins everywhere, doesn't use his speed until he's ducked down an alley. ]

[Good luck with that. Bart's not going to take it. He waves and heads out, just missing walking right into a waitress on the way.]

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