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Trooper Station: Wednesday

Dale was sitting idly at his desk today going through each noise complaint from various ~~NPC~~ town people because of all the singing going on yesterday. Normally weirdness in Fandom would be a cause for Dale to get all cheerfully quirky as he investigated the matter.

Instead his attention seemed to diverted by a desk near his that had been vacant for some time.

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Report a crime or just visit.

Faith sailed in, in a more cheery mood than she'd had lately.

"Dale," she grinned. "Pretty good coffee, today. Nice job."

"Good afternoon, Miss Lehane," Dale said also in a good mood from a phone conversation (http://not-an-answer.livejournal.com/5863.html?thread=76775) he had earlier. "You seem to be in a good mood today."

"I, uh, I heard from Renee," she offered. Shit, wait, Dale wasn't supposed to know they were ... oh, fuck it. He was probably worried, too. "She's okay. I mean. Not like great, having a blast, just ..."

Still in one piece, which was the primary concern, really.

Dale raised an eyebrow at that. "I also talked to her. I was not aware you two were in a relationship."

Oh, good. So she'd outed Renee for no damn reason. Twice now.

"It's ... not a relationship," she shrugged, awkwardly. "We talk, sometimes. Just thought ... if she didn't get a chance to check in, you might be ... worried, too."

"I was," Dale said raising an eyebrow at Faith but deciding to let the matter go. For now. "And I'm still worried about her. However I also know there's no way I can stop her from trying to resolve her mystery on her own."

Dale sighed a little but then shook it off. "Regardless, I'm glad to hear that she contacted you as well and that she is doing fine."

He gestured for Faith to take a seat. "And I'm glad you are here as well. There's a conversation I've been meaning to have with you."

"There ... is?" Faith sat down carefully. "Look, if I got Renee in trouble or something ... this is my fault, not hers. Or is this ... about the parole thing? I'm trying, I swear I fucking am, I didn't mean to screw it up."

Dale held up his hand and gave Faith a friendly look. "Faith you have more than shown my how hard you are trying here. That's not even an issue at the moment. This is actually... a personal favor I need to ask."

"Oh." She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, flushing. "Yeah. Sorry. Just ... nervous." She flashed a quick smile. "You ... need something? I'm here. What's up?"

Dale settled down behind his desk. "I think I've told you a little bit about my life before Fandom, right? About the case I was involved with?"

Faith nodded. "Right. Your mentor guy, the one who carved up his wife. Grabbed another girl and ... they're in a Lodge." She bit her lip. "Can we ... pretend I said that so it wasn't all blunt or whatever?"

"We'll do that," Dale said. "However while the case I was involved with did deal with the Lodge, I didn't tell you about all the players involved. The white and black lodges are homes to spirits. Some good. Some horribly evil. One of those evil spirits goes by the name of BOB and I have reason to believe he may have the ability to possess me and cause incredible harm to the people here in Fandom and possibly beyond."

Faith stared, shaking her head. "Seriously? Okay. Possession and shit. Giles might know something about that. Dawnie. I can ... call the Watchers' Council, what's left of it, there's ... good information there."

Fuck. That meant possibly dealing with B.

"I've taken steps in order to prevent it from happening," Dale replied. "I've started taking a prescription called Haloperidol which has been effective not only in treating psychotic behavior but also will keep me from being possessed. I'm not exactly sure how the process works but this seems to be the best method."

Dale took a breath and pulled out a copy of his case file from Twin Peaks. "However I need someone I can trust around in case something should happen. I've talked to the Sheriff and Detective Montoya about this but I think it would be wise to have an extra pair of eyes on me in case something should happen to them. I need someone I can trust to take me down and lock me up if I get possessed."

"Okay," Faith said, nodding, sitting up straighter. "There a good sign for when you're possessed, if you are? Any freaky powers I should know about, levitation or setting shit on fire with your mind? Will normal containment work, or do you got extra strength? How much a danger are you to yourself?"

"Hard to say," Dale said pursing his lips. "The last person possessed by this spirit went forty years before he was caught. He showed no supernatural abilities at the time though he had incredible strength probably due to increased adrenaline. As for a danger to myself? Yes. If the spirit knows he's cornered he'll have no problem killing his host."

"Padded cell," she said. "Straitjacket. No weapons. You been possessed by this before? Anything you know of that'll tip us off?"

Dale's really just disappointed he didn't get to spontaneously sing.

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