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[grimmfaced]

[ There seems to be another new face on the feed today, one that looks a little weary and scruffy as he scratches the side of his cheek with a bit of a frown. Clearly, he hasn't gotten a lot of sleep lately, but it's hard to say whether that's due to his arrival in this new place or the events beforehand. Maybe it's all of the above.

Dropping his hand out of view of the camera, he finally speaks. ]

I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Detective Nick Burkhardt from Portland, Oregon. I've only been here for a couple of days but I got the gist of what's going on from the man named Jerry at the information booth and just from scoping things out but a lot of it really doesn't make sense at the moment.

[ He sighs. ]

I guess the main thing I want to know besides how to get back home is what to expect here. Also, is there any kind of police department or any other emergency services in case there is trouble?

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[prodigalmess]

I stayed busy. [ Fortunately, Manhattan seemed to be a hotbed of bizarre crimes. At least he wasn't bored. ]

I haven't seen any of them out patrolling the streets, so I wonder what they actually do.

[grimmfaced]

I get that. [ Portland had the same issue with bizarre crimes that he always seem to find himself in the middle of. ]

It sounds like they might not do a lot. Someone did mention there is tension between the locals and people like us.

[prodigalmess]

[ Amazing how that is, right? ]

Yes, that's true. They don't trust us at all. Honestly, I can't really blame them.

[grimmfaced]

[ And kind of exhausting, let's not forget that. ]

I don't either. Especially since we've dropped in out of nowhere and we're a strain on their already low supplies.

[prodigalmess]

[ Add in a father who happens to be a serial killer and wants to insert himself into Malcolm's cases and it's very exhausting. ]

You're right. I've tried to do some investigating about what exactly happened in this place, but the locals don't want to talk. We're probably going to have to try to figure it out on our own.

[grimmfaced]

[ Okay, maybe his mother who had faked her death and was a killer in her own way wasn't so bad anymore. ]

I don't suppose they have books or something anywhere? [ He was used to research these days. ]

[prodigalmess]

[ Oh, don't get him started on his mother... ]

I work at a book store, though it's one that has traveled through different worlds with us. There wasn't much about this place. There is a local bookstore that looks closed but still has some merchandise inside of it.

[grimmfaced]

[ That might be a discussion saved for another time...and beer. ]

Is it locked or boarded up?

[prodigalmess]

Technically. It's not a great lock though.

[ Might be easy to break. Just saying. ]

[grimmfaced]

I probably shouldn't be suggesting that we break and enter.

[ But.... ]

[prodigalmess]

[ But. He shrugs. ]

The lock might just break by accident.

[grimmfaced]

Exactly what I was thinking.

[ He gives a little nod, pleased at the fact they are on the same wavelength. ]

[prodigalmess]

Locks can be kind of flimsy sometimes. What can you do?

[grimmfaced]

Maybe we'll find a better lock inside.

[prodigalmess]

That's why we have to go in and check.

[ Technically yes, it's breaking and entering, but Malcolm sees it as for a good cause. Plus, he's not really sure if there are any actual laws in place here anyway. ]