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Location - At the corner of what was once Silver Hill there is small coffee house, Covfefe, known for the dozens of talking birds residing in the rafters that randomly yell out nonsensical phrases, however no one really pays attention to them. A waiter shuffles between tables of patrons who all seem to be competing to see who can get the most attention. Paper sits alone at an outside table (open for any characters).


The patio outside the coffee house was relatively empty, despite being significantly quieter than the constant buzzing of the birds inside. This was perfectly acceptable to Paper, as she preferred to be away from the drama and wanted the clear view of the collection of shrubs that used to be the entrance to Silver Hill. Paper mused briefly that even her Aunt was above the social peacocking going on inside. Aunt Eustice would have commented that she should be visiting establishments fitting to her family’s station, but Paper would have rather been sitting at her favorite tea shop, where it was peaceful except from the occasional shattering of a teacup landing on the ceiling.

Waving off a mockingbird that was chirping “thank you, next” in her ear, Paper took a sip of Lasting Peach flavor brew, which wasn’t entirely the worst thing the cafe offered and glanced over the top of local paper again. It wasn’t as if she expected the street to manifest, although it very well could, but she was hoping something would come to mind that would help her locate the wayward boulevard.

Finding a truant street wasn’t high on her list of priorities, not when there was a new romance from one of her favorite Shadow authors waiting for her at Sit a Spell. Paper wasn’t sure how Milo got them for her, or if they were genuine but they were like comfort food in book form. No, the street wasn’t all that important. Things disappeared in Fartown all the time, but eerie apparitions that lurked in nightmares did not happen every day and perhaps if she found something out about the street she could get rid of that thing’s impression on her too.
You know, I don't think it's moved, I hope you don't mind if I join you, seemed fitting right now. Blair walked out of the shop's side exit, a purple plumed parrot on his shoulder, and a small silver tray of delicate scones with assorted butters and jams in a small array in hand. Flipping the tails of his jacket out, the petite man sat to Paper's right, setting the food down in front of her.

I've been making round after round around this corner road, hoping something would change, but then this guy, Blair jerked a thumb at his shoulder, where the unperturbed parrot preened. started flying circles over my head saying something like 'would you like to join others following your interests?' Decided I was actually hungry, so I played along.
Blair held up his knife and scraped a bluish-green jam onto his food. But maybe I'm trying to avoid a question that's plaguing us both? His eyes darted over to the area that Paper keeps glancing at, hoping to pry some response from his usually taciturn company Thank you by the way.
For a second, Paper thought another bird had popped up to annoy but the perturbed look on her face disappeared when she saw it was merely acquaintance she had made the other day. There wasn’t much she could read about him but there was no reason not to smile and nod politely to show she’d accept his company.

It was a bit peculiar how she had ended up looking for two lost things in once day, especially with this fellow who seemed to be friends with her Aunt’s neighbor. In fact, it was almost too coincidental. Paper eyed Blair’s fine attire, yes that did seem the type her Aunt would hang around with but would Eustice really go through the trouble of making an entire street disappear to attempt to match-make her with another eligible young socialite? Yes… yes, her Aunt would indeed but the presence of the eerie apparition and the Rectifier made her think otherwise. Plus, her Aunt certainly would have reached out to her to pry for information by now.

Bumping into him there was perhaps not so odd seeing that he was the one looking for the missing street anyway. Paper decided to set her suspicions aside and figure out what to do with her meddling Aunt later.

”I’m not sure what you are thanking me for. I was unable to help you find the thing you were looking for,” said Paper as she set aside the newsletter she’d picked up inside the coffee shop. She’d hoped the paper would contain a story or something that would help her, but it turned out to be filled with false news and odd close up pictures of patrons. ”I’ve exhausted all ideas of how to locate a lost street. I’ve looked the last place I’ve used it, retraced my steps, and looked in the last place I’d expect it to be. Short of posting ‘Lost and Found’ posters or asking my mother, I’m not sure what else I can do so now I’m waiting to see if it comes back to me."