<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:50<br/><br/>Walking along Ferguson Street<br/><br/>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>"Someone always said beer, Coffee Girl.  That right there is the beauty of the product.  Sun's over the yardarm somewhere in the world, as my dad used to say.  Are you a beer drinker?"  He digs a brand new iPhone from his pocket and starts tapping "I thought you girls were all about your alcopops and your J2Os.  Google Maps says this way, Apple's thingie says we're in Brighton.  Fancy trusting Google just this once?"<br/><br/>He starts to walk down the road then suddenly turns to you.  "Now, Coffee Girl.  Call me psychic but I have this crazy hunch that your loving parents didn't look down on little baby you and say 'We should call her Coffee Girl'  What do they call you instead?"  He sniffs and wipes at his nose, he seems a tad more manic and energetic than when you left him and the pieces of that particular puzzle come in a box labelled "Age 3 and upwards".  He does seem relatively harmless though, "weirdo radar" is pinging but "dangerous weirdo radar" remains silent.<br/><br/>"Mr and Mrs Weird-Guy-You-Met-In-The-Street, for their part, named me Jonathan but the local magistrates agreed that I should be John for perpetuity.  And the reason history will forget me is that instead of being the new newsreader for Look North (http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b0070g1d) I have been forgotten by everyone except pretty young girls."  He laughs.  "Young pretty girls.  Pretty young pretty girls."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:48<br/><br/>31 Ebor Street, Heaton<br/><br/>(Bran), Norm, Miyo</strong><br/><br/>The door swings inwards at Norm's knock revealing an entry hallway of badly plastered walls and cutting off Miyo's assessment of how easy it would be to get in through the window.  "Moderately" was her inexpert belief.<br/><br/>A door leads off to the left to, knowing student houses, a room which has been reconditioned into a rent-bearing bedroom while you can dimly see a door at the end leading, again at a guess, to a lounge area.  Dimly because half way down the hall, just past the first door off, a table has been awkwardly wedged in place, the flat top facing you in a makeshift barricade.  There are suspicious stains on the surface but nothing more suspicious or horrifying than you'd find in any student house.  A sheet of handwritten paper has been attached to it in blu tak though, lines of feminine handwriting:<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">psalmus David prima sabbati Domini est terra et plenitudo eius orbis terrarum et universi; qui habitant in eo quia; ipse super maria fundavit eum et super flumina praeparavit eum quis ascendit in montem Domini aut quis stabit in loco sancto eius innocens manibus et mundo corde qui non accepit in vano animam suam nec iuravit in dolo proximo su hic accipiet benedictionem a Domino et misericordiam a Deo salvatore suo haec est generatio quaerentium eum quaerentium faciem Dei Iacob diapsalma adtollite portas principes vestras et elevamini portae aeternales et introibit rex gloriae quis est iste rex gloriae Dominus fortis et potens Dominus potens in proelio adtollite portas principes vestras et elevamini portae aeternales et introibit rex gloriae quis est iste rex gloriae Dominus virtutum ipse est rex gloriae diapsalma </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>with a handdrawn symbol scrawled under it:<br/><br/>(http://s1.hubimg.com/u/6551348_f260.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">(Riveda), Remiel, Blythe</div><div class="spoiler_body">You can make a critical General Education roll if you wish to make head or tail of the writing.  Stick results up in the OOC.  I don't think any of you really have any more appropriate skills but if you think you can make a case then do so.<br/></div></div><br/><br/>