The June Detective [Open]

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A: Everyone's a critic

The only negative thing about his promotion was that Heiji really only had a select few people he could even tell about it -- mention you weren't really a human in casual conversation, see how long till you ended up under psychiatric evaluation. Still, Heiji could hardly conceal his good mood. Thus he had rewarded himself with the latest moderately detective-themed airplane novel by a decent writer that he could find, and was rapidly making his way through it on the train, in the park, wherever.

"I dunno. I can understand likin' a writer a lot. I don't see why anyone would commit murder because of it, though. Ain't that goin' a little too far?"

B: I've just had a little fae experience

Provided they slipped through just the right set of trees, someone might just find the rest of London fade away -- the noise of traffic, the noise of the crowd. Dense forest would press in from all sides, but a stone walkway would lead up below a long row of brightly-painted red wooden gates of some ceremonial significance.

At the top of the stone steps: a small shrine, with two guardian fox statues on either side. How curious...

C Other! Open to suggestions and such; Heiji will also just be outright barging into the personal space of whoever he's friendly with and starting up conversations during the month, so that's a thing, too.

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Heiji cocked his head slightly to the side as he listened to Willard; for once, his usual easy social camouflage slipped a bit and something about the way he watched the man across from him more closely resembled the stare of some nocturnal animal than it did someone who'd happened to run into a minor acquaintance.

Then he shrugged, and everything was normal again. "Whatever. You need a girlfriend or something, dude." He stood as the train pulled into the next station, waiting with the other passengers to disembark. Just as he did so, however, he said something -- probably just a parting jab. "I'd check the personals. Plenty of lonely weirdos in there."

The doors closed behind him. Warning received. However, should Willard choose to look, there would be an unusual personals ad in the paper he'd been reading for the next few days. Seemingly your usual cryptic account of a missed encounter, it was actually a carefully constructed code based on the book Heiji had been reading on the train, which translated to a single cell phone number.

Well. If Willard had the skills to decode it.