12340/You Don't Know What I Did This Summer!

You Don't Know What I Did This Summer!
Date of Scene:	07 August 2022
Location:	Blake House
Synopsis:	Thomas in jail. It happens.
Cast of Characters:	Thomas Blake, Michael Hannigan
Tinyplot:	Theme_of_the_Crime

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Thomas Blake has posed:
People tried to reach Thomas after the fact. Pete's office was broken into! The Producer of Theme of the Crime was not present and had no comment. No word on what was stolen. The word of the crime made the rounds, except to Thomas Blake. Thomas was off the grid, not answering calls, not home. Of course suspicion fell on him. Of course the GCPD wanted him brought in, but he didn't seem to be in Gotham.

Thomas was found early the next day. He'd bought a power boat, took it out for a shakedown and was shook down. The old vessel had a defective alternator. Thomas has washed ashore on a little island and there he stayed until he was found the next day and got a tow from a tug back to Happy Harbor. He immediately called his aunt and Shaw Studios to explain his absence.

Calling the Cable Studio he was treated to a stirring rant by his frenemy -Pete the Producer. Accusing him of numerous crimes, immoral acts and you get the idea.

"Listen Pete, you leave my aunt out of this! She's a hero! Accomplice to what? I don't know what you're talking about?" He shouts back as he matter of factly feeds the Tiger some Cat Chow laced with Calcium and vitamin supplements.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike's arrival to the Blake residence is not as chipper a one as the previous time. As he comes up to the front step, there's a generally neutral expression on his face. Giving a sigh, he glances down, eyes closing.

Yesterday was...Well yesterday. And the events do not directly relate to where Mike is now so- A hand sets to the door frame, touching it for a few moments. After a few quiet seconds, Mike lifts his head up with a small relaxed smile set in place. The hand moves from the frame and knocks upon the door.

And then he remembers the news that led to him being here. The smile goes away again.

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake makes sure the tiger is eating and goes to the door. Wait might be the cops... err sheriff? WTF does the town have? He puts n a clean shirt and shoes. He isn't going to end up on a police show. Freaking body cameras. As for the tiger, he will let him eat. the police should as well. So he answers the door and smiles when he sees who it is.

"Good morning, Music Master! Fine day isn't it?"

Thomas either got laid or was up to something. Mike knows him too well. The first possibility might be outside Mike's comfort zone.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike blinks as he's greeted to a Thomas wearing a shirt. On a non-public property. "...That depends." Mike responds, glancing to the doorway with a bit of suspicion, "...Are you entertaining anyone right now?"

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake frowns a moment. "Only you boyfriend! Come in, I'm starting coffee. I was just calling other people to make sure they weren't worried. You know being stranded all night and making sure Ras, got his breakfast. Come on in!" He ushers the musician in. "Oh... " he points to the cordless phone, that is fairly vibrating with the screams of Pete. "Yeah, was just talking to Pete. I have no idea what he's going on about now." He hangs the phone up.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The answer is responded to with a moment of silence before the musician nods, stepping inside. He glances around as Thomas closes the door behind him. "So we know that you know, GCPD's looking for you. Seems they're calling anyone who might know you. Expect visitors." He looks over to the phone. "Seems there was a break in at the studio last night. Might want to have the contact information of whoever un-stranded you on hand."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake pffFts. "I'll call Gabby to watch the cat. I got a ride back from a tug. I can find them easy enough. Why would I have contact info for them. Not like I was building an alibi... oh!" He pulls his cell phone and flicks the screen till e scrolls across several time stamped photos of himself on a tug with the crew doing his Catman pose for them. "I think... yeah there's some ID here. Good thing we took these, hunh?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike gives Thomas a look as he goes through the phone to display pictures, glancing to the images. "Yes. Very fortunate." Mike sighs, "Just make sure your ass is covered. I wasn't asking if you had the information already. This is just me. Giving you a heads up that it appears they want to know where you were. So you can go ahead and look up the information for that tug."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake pours two mugs of coffee. "Fuck that. Let the cops look it up. That's what they get paid for. You know part f the process of an investigation is eliminating suspects. Maybe they can start with people already IN Gotham? I hope they didn't wake Auntie Zinda up. This is ridiculous. I want to see them link this to me. I got the boat and the dead battery. The island I was stuck on was miles from Gotham. Am I Aquaman? Did I fly it? Shit the powerboat isn't even a fucking catamaran! What was stolen anyway?"

Michael Hannigan has posed:
The musician steps over to collect his mug. "They did not say." Mike answers, "I could speculate but it'd probably look bad to guess right. Like you did with the idea of something being stolen. And, they probably did call her. Hell, they even called Wade."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake looks up as sirens are heard outside. "Hmmm that's the sheriff. I recognize his siren. You stay here with the tiger. They can't have a search warrant this fast for Happy Harbor. They probably are going to ask me to come in for questioning and try to hold me if I refuse. That can only be done for 72 hours. Call the show's handler to deal wit the tiger. I have a lawyer. Don't worry, jail is nothing." He gets up to walk out.

Michael Hannigan has posed:
Mike lowers the mug, turning his head the same direction Thomas is glancing. The walls in front make it impossible to see who is arriving but the sounds are telling. Call the handler." Mike repeats, giving a nod as he commits that instruction to memory.

Mike's frown deepens as Thomas starts to move out. "Tom? I expect to see you here Wednesday."

Thomas Blake has posed:
Thomas Blake nods going to the door. "Tell Zinda, Pixie and Gabby not to worry. This is nothing but a theme... a thing." He walks out, not looking back.