Hospital Coffee

Summary:
July 29 2014: After the dramatic fight against the Porcupine and Glue Pot Pete, Cricket runs into Jericho at a hospital

Lower Manhattan Hospital

A hospital lobby with a very nice pristine white grand piano.


Characters

NPCs

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Mood Music:
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Jericho has, after the excitement of the afternoon, decided to find someplace to play. Central Park is usually a good bet, but today he opted for a smaller venue with fewer people. In this case a hospital. The people here don't object to him just sitting down at the grand in the lobby and playing some soothing tunes. Some people ask if he works there and he just shakes his head and smiles. Not only is this relaxing for those who listen, but also for him. Sometimes he even sings. Not at the moment though. Right now he's just playing.

*

Cricket is getting a little sick and tired of this damnable notebook. She has followed every lead and found nothing. No one knows her father or her. She even went to the taxi dispatch. Her twin, it would seem, left town the day before. This is yet another name on the list, a doctor who specializes in modern prosthetics. She pauses when she hears the piano, starting to smile, until she sees who it is. It's that private detective again.

*

Jeri's got a pretty good memory. And a video buffer to help. But he wasn't paying that much attention to Cricket beyond 'person in need of a little help'. He's also not looking up, smiling down at the keyboard instead as he plays.

"'Cause after all… this city doesn't sleep at night…" The rest is just melodic humming. He's got a nice voice at least.

*

"So, yesterday you are performing heroics and now.. you're entertaining the kids at the hospital?" She smiles warmly. "You are a very surprising individual."

Jericho looks up and blinks. Looks familiar… hrm… "Oh yes… you were at the bar. Hello." He chuckles and flourishes on the keys. "Visiting someone?"

*

Cricket laughs softly. "From the bar, yes. Quite the… spectacle you put on." She looks down at the notebook in her hands and nods. "Yes, a doctor here to see if he might have known my father." Or maybe a shrink for myself to find out about these voices in my head.

"So, you are a private eye? Because if so, I would like to acquire your services."

*

"Private Investigator? Nothing quite that fancy. I just find out things sometimes when people need it. Why do you ask?"

He seems a bit relaxed still, though she now has his attention. He doesn't really believe in coincidences. "I don't think I caught your name."

*

"As I said, I would hire you if you were." She offers her hand and smiles. "My name is Cricket Schodt. And your name is?" She gestures to the hallway. "Would you like to go for coffee perhaps? I hear the coffee here is terrible, but it might give us something to talk about."

*

"Mmmm." Jericho isn't normally in the habit but… "Sure… you can tell me, perhaps, what it is you need a PI for. If nothing else I may be able to recommend one."

The hacker gets up and closes the cover on the keyboard, then sets the cover down over the piano itself. No dust getting in anything while he's away. Then he starts over toward the hallway, trusting Cricket to follow. "Was your father hospitalized here?"

"Oh, you can call me Jericho if you'd like." He says, taking the offered hand.

*

Cricket walks along the hallway of the hospital, making her way to the cafeteria. "I don't know. You see… I have amnesia. I don't remember anything from a month ago. I woke up and I couldn't remember anything before then. I was hoping to find a private investigator, because I have come across nothing but dead ends trying to learn who I am."

*

Huh. Total amnesia is really, really rare. "Interesting. Were you looking for someone with particular talents? Yellow pages are full of them if just any old investigator will do." Possible that it won't but, these things do happen. "Mean time, have you seen anyone for your amnesia?"

*

She shakes her head. "I only just thought of finding someone else to do it after hearing you talking with that actor yesterday. I'm sorry, I wasn't listening in, but him being so famous and then that fight." She arrives at the cafeteria and pays for two coffees. "And no. I haven't yet. Don't know who I would see."

*

Jericho nods and finds a seat. He seems fairly normal, his preference for long sleeved tee's paired with colored collared shirts in the middle of summer aside. "Mmmm. Fair enough. Well as I said I am not a PI but I do find things. I suppose I could look. At the very least I could get an idea of what sort of work you'd need to have done to find out what you want to know." Already he's doing a birth record, credit history and educational search for 'Cricket Schodt.' Odd name, that.

Ordinarily Jericho would probably not be so helpful to a stranger, but he's keen to know if he's dealing with a Hydra plant here. Running into someone twice in such different locations? Bit odd in his book.

*

She sips at her coffee, making no mention of the odd summer attire. She smiles. "I can pay you, if that's the problem. I inherited a good deal from my father when he passed away and I'm willing to spend any amount of it to find out who I really am. All I have to go by is this notebook of his." Which isn't entirely true, considering she's certain there is plenty of information in the room she refuses to go into.

Cricket's records are all there, birth certificate, drivers license, schooling records. Her credit cards are all in her father's name. There is an obituary for an Eli Schodt a month ago.

*

"Notebook?" He's already collating the information into a file. That's enough to start on at any rate. "Tell you what, we can talk about payment later. If I can't help you," Or if it turns out you're a spy, "I won't ask for anything. At the very least I should be able to point you to a PI who can help you. May I see the notebook? Oh, and do you have a cell number?" Cell number would be helpful because it'll enable Jericho to track her and see who she calls.

*

She gets her cellphone out from her purse and offers her contact information. The woman, like her name, is unusual. Her hair, her features. She also hands over the notebook. "I have looked up almost every name here. They have all been terribly unhelpful. This name, is apparently a twin of mine or something. I was thinking of just giving up and living my life anew until I saw you yesterday." She sips at her coffee and smiles.

"By the way, the show yesterday was very intriguing."

*

Jericho's sure it was. The suspicious part of him wonders what exactly that's supposed to mean. The small part of him that isn't an antisocial jerk remembers that it'd be pretty interesting to most people. Sprouting wings, flitting about. Energy fields. Yeah, not your everyday thing.

Unless your name is Jericho Trent, that is.

He pages through the notebook, nodding. Lots of names, a fair number of kind of cryptic notes. Taking out a pen he writes down Cricket's number for show. He's already getting to work on cracking that phone. "Got it. Well there's quite a lot here. Twin you say. Related?"

*

Cricket's shoulders rise and fall. "I don't know. Janine Tezuka and she looks just like me. THe note here simply says 'Perfect', whatever that means. She works at a cab company, or did. When I went there, the day after she was supposed to meet me, she had run off and I can't find her."

*

"Huh…" Jericho makes another note. If this is an elaborate trap… well, it's really damn elaborate. He's starting to rethink this. Maybe not a trap… but there is something off here. Too many links to a life that should be too easy to run down and seem to just not be helpful. "Well lost people can be found. Sometimes." Helps when you don't look like the body double of the person you want to find.

*

"I have another lead to go with. A doctor that works here. But, I would like it very much if you would call me back." She smiles, brushing a bit of hair over ear. "Maybe we could talk some more about that light show of yours."


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