call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[neverbeatme]

"Diamonds in advance would be nice but isn't strictly necessary. This park bench tomorrow morning at eight works just fine."

[from_scratch]

Cam shrugs and drops a little bag of diamonds into her hand. "I will see you tomorrow, then? Are you planning to surreptitiously follow me after I leave?"

[neverbeatme]

"I'm not going to surreptitously follow you. I'm going to go home and give my aunt her diamonds and check out your future medical research."

[from_scratch]

"And is whoever has been reporting to you on suspicious demonic activity going to surreptitiously follow me?"

[neverbeatme]

"Whoever has been reporting to me on suspicious demonic activity is not present, not particularly good at surreptitiously following people, and not planning any such thing as far as I know."

[from_scratch]

"I didn't notice being followed," Cam points out, "so obviously their skill at surreptitious following suffices. Although then again I also wasn't on the lookout for stalkers. Anyway. All right then. Hope your aunt enjoys her diamonds."

[neverbeatme]

"Thanks. See you tomorrow."

[from_scratch]

Cam waves.

[neverbeatme]

James waves back. Off she goes.

[from_scratch]

Cam waits around for a while, then wanders, makes sure he knows where the crypt is but doesn't stop there, goes back to the library and gets a large book and hides his computer in that book in an armchair in the corner and does notetaking, and then eventually meanders back to Sherlock's place.

[eversomuchfun]

He will find Sherlock sitting in his bed in his slightly secret room, drinking tea and reading Hound of the Baskervilles.

[from_scratch]

"Hi. The coat isn't sufficiently concealing. I made friends with someone claiming to be the Slayer and gave her a small bag of diamonds and a set of DVDs full of medical advances."

[eversomuchfun]

"Well that's interesting. What did this Slayer look like? Did she offer a name? Why diamonds? For that matter, what did she want with the medical advances?"

[from_scratch]

"I didn't tell her anything about you - although she was reading over my shoulder and I didn't notice and she espied a bullet point entitled 'things to ask Sherlock' because like a moron I was writing in English - and am now wondering if I should do the reverse courtesy, because, vampire, Slayer?"

[eversomuchfun]

"You can tell her about me if you like. Fair warning that she might try to kill me, but if she made friends with you under circumstances best described by 'the coat isn't sufficiently concealing', she might be open to reason on the subject. I am certainly not going to try to kill her."

[from_scratch]

"Okay, I'm going to take your word for that and will not be best pleased if it's not any good and would sort of prefer to be there if ever the two of you meet in case she does try to kill you. Her name's James but I think the rest of it should wait till I have her permission, which I can get tomorrow morning when she gives me a phone."

[eversomuchfun]

"Suits me fine," he says cheerfully. "Anything else interesting happen?"

[from_scratch]

"The computers in the library take floppy disks and run Internet Explorer, both of which I recall despising while still alive. But you have Wikipedia, which is nice, and it shows almost alarming consistency with what I remember considering that I know there's large differences under the surface. If there's a me, he doesn't have a Wikipedia page under his own name or under my anonymously-revealing-magic-to-the-population handle."

[eversomuchfun]

"Despising Internet Explorer is practically a national pastime as far as I can tell. How else might you go about looking for a you, with Wikipedia tapped out? The search might be mildly interesting."

[from_scratch]

"I'd check the towns I grew up in, look for my parents maybe, they were both public employees. In 2008 I'd try Forks first but Phoenix would be worth a try even if that didn't pan out."

[eversomuchfun]

"I could help if you liked."

[from_scratch]

"And you're not going to, like, eat my mom or anything? I would not normally ask but just to be extra sure."

[eversomuchfun]

"I will refrain from eating any of your relatives unless you specifically point them out as people you would not mind eaten."

[from_scratch]

"Nah, they're all divided into the categories of 'I would strenuously object' and 'they were kind of meh and now I can't remember their names off the top of my head'. So, my full name is Campbell Mark Swan. I was born in Forks, Washington to a cop later promoted to chief of police, Charlie Swan, and to Renée Swan, née Higgenbotham, which she stopped using as soon as she had an alternative. They got divorced when I was a baby, Renée moved me to Phoenix and finished getting her education degree and started teaching kindergarten, and I grew up there except visiting my dad every summer, for longer periods of time as it got safer to leave me home alone. When I was seventeen Renée remarried, minor league baseball guy, I should have looked him up but I could not for the life of me produce his name without checking and couldn't check in the library and it didn't occur to me before now -" Cam takes out his computer, fiddles with it, finishes: "Phil Dwyer. And they moved to Jacksonville and I moved in with Charlie instead. Then I found books on summoning and parlor tricks in an abandoned mansion just outside Forks, which I gather my double, if present, has not done, at least not to comparable effect."

[eversomuchfun]

"I see. And of course small perturbations to this arrangement quickly become impractical to check - if your father exists and is chief of police somewhere other than Forks, he is potentially findable, but if he exists somewhere other than Forks and is not chief of police or comparably notable, he is a very small needle in a very large haystack. If your mother exists, does not happen to be Googleable with known information, and has never been to Forks or Phoenix, we are not going to find her except by accident."