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Post by CreamCrow on Aug 8, 2020 18:06:25 GMT -5
Right, right. It was insane how weird it was to be called Tyrone. Jules didn't even *look* like a Tyrone. Or he hoped he didn't. But still, Jules would just never get over this fact, no matter how many times he's mentioned it before mentally because Beau was talking to him and using that name.
While reasonably, he would love to pass off the role to to TJ given that performance, Jules had something to prove now. He had failed the first race and this was the make-up race. The one that could prove he wasn't actually a sham.
Cause if the guy who couldn't ride a motorcycle without screaming could win a race, Jules surely could as well.
He cracked his fingers and twisted his neck for a crack (neither cracked and he was pretty sure that was because of earlier, but hey, it looked cool.) He shot Beau a grin and responded with an overly confident, "You're gonna eat dust this time around."
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Jules had hopped onto the bike as soon as he finished his phrase. Then it was a matter of waiting for the signal and- as it went off, Jules drove off, determination truly setting in.
Jules was confident. This race felt different. He wasn't able to distinguish why, there was just something about the world that felt different this time around.
Even despite that, he wasn't above admitting to a small prayer to God for that extra luck in the situation.
He just had to finish the race first.
Shiva saluted the pair ever so quickly before looking down to her phone and, what Cat assumed at least, was texting her soccer friends she had left in order to help them with the case. It didn't take up much time, so Cat didn't think too much on it.
It helped that the girl had started moving the moment she put her phone away and gestured for her and N to follow.
It wasn't overly far away, but the terrain required a lot of stepping over fallen branches and rocks and ducking under tree branches hanging too low. It wasn't exactly what Cat expected, but hey, they were in a park so? All's fair, she supposed.
And then she heard it. The horrible, threatening noise that she could only imagine sent chills in anyone who's had the unpleasant experience of coming across the creature making it- a goose's honk. "It's just a little more ahead," Shiva commented, before they came across the scene.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2020 20:51:45 GMT -5
Tortie very well could just not listen to Norman and stab the criminal. She had already listened to him once tonight - not like it had even mattered after everything was said and done. There was no need for her to listen a second time, and the temptation to just stab the other woman was really, really strong. If asked she could just say it was out of self defense or something and just make Norman and Ives back her up on that. Though if she stabbed the woman there probably wouldn't be any luck on Tortie's part in flirting with her and getting somewhere; that chance was probably already long gone, but Tortie could always hope.
She never did get to stick her knife inside of human flesh.
Instead she simply went along with everybody else, clearly disappointed, but conformed nonetheless. That was going to be the last time she ever conformed, though. Next time she wanted to stab somebody she was going to stab somebody.
Noah's voice knocked Tortie out of her thoughts. "A job well done," the cop called over to the group. "Guess we can just about call it a night now."
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 8, 2020 20:52:07 GMT -5
Had somebody told him his day was going to end up with him going after a goose he wouldn't have believed it. He would have told that person there was no way he was going to go on a case that ended up being a literal goose chase, but here he was, navigating through branches, bushes, and rocks to find a goose's nest. Luckily N was pretty accustomed to walking through anything nature had to throw at him.
After a good little walk through the woods, the unmistakable honking of the goose could be heard. N paused in his steps, looking toward Cat and then Shiva. This was it. They were about to go face to face with a criminal goose. N didn't think it was going to be too hard, but he knew how dangerous geese could be when they felt threatened. They'd still have to keep their guard up if they wanted to come out of his unscathed.
He nodded when Shiva spoke up, letting them know it wasn't too far ahead. N followed, though he couldn't help but feel a cold unease creep up his spine when a foul, rotting odor caught in his nose. That couldn't just be chalked up as stagnant goose water, that almost smelled like...
"That's a corpse," N breathed out in shock when his eyes landed on what was clearly a dismembered human arm. It was torn into and shredded, a bloody mess of an arm, but a human limb nonetheless, and couldn't be but a day or two old.
And standing just a few inches away from it was the goose, who did not look happy to see that people had discovered its nest.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Aug 9, 2020 15:26:25 GMT -5
As soon as TJ watched Jules cross the finish line first, he let out a loud cheer of excitement, rushing over to join his partner. “Jules you did it! We won! We actually won!” He exclaimed and before he could stop himself, he wrapped his arms around Jules and gave him a tight hug. TJ was a hugger, it was in his nature, and if this wasn’t a time for a victory hug, he didn’t know when was.
He couldn’t believe it.
Somehow they had won.
After watching that first race TJ was certain that they were going to get completely clobbered by that Beau guy, but they weren’t, instead they had actually won of all things, how crazy was that? TJ would have to tell Val about it later, he was sure that she’d be proud of her crazy death bike that had helped them win. Who knew, maybe that bike was even lucky or something like that.
As he embraced Jules, Beau moseyed over without much of a care in his steps. “Congrats Tyrone, looks like you guys get to bring home the prize,” he said, hands in his pockets as he looked the two men over.
That’s when TJ remembered they little kitten he had promised to go back for and his eyes went right. “Right!” He exclaimed and let go of Jules, rushing over towards the box as he pulled the kitten out and gently carried it back over to Jules. “Look! We get a kitten,” he explained, holding the snuggly toyger kitten close. “What should we name him?” After all, they had to give their winning son a name.
Hey wait a minute.
“What about Winston, you know because it sounds like ‘win son’ and we won him and he is our son,” TJ suggested, eyes never straying from the kitten in his arms.
This was easily the best case he had ever been on.
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Post by CreamCrow on Aug 28, 2020 23:39:42 GMT -5
Huh. Who would have thought. Cat hadn't seen it coming. Nobody foresaw a murderous goose for the second time in their life.
In fact, this entire outing had been one surprise after another. This new discovery only seemed like icing on the cake, a really, really dark and deadly cake with icing to match. Cat genuinely did not know what to say. Attempting to drag her eyes away from the body, further into this cove, Cat recognized tipped over picnic baskets. Well, that confirmed that the goose was indeed the thief they were looking for. However, Cat didn't know how much that aspect mattered when compared to the fact that this goose was likely a murderer.
"Are those bite marks on that arm?" Shiva spoke aloud. Cat supposed she'd have to amend her statement that this was a man-eating duck, rather than a simple murderous duck then. And yet, all she could do was nod quietly for the moment.
Then, she turned to the criminal in this situation, who had miraculously remained still enough for the now, to at very least let the human trio to observe the damage done. However, that temporary kindness seemed undone as Cat focused her attention back onto the goose. It's beady eyes stared at her, almost as though it was glaring. For what reason, Cat could not recall as the only wrong she could think of was the fact she had not been successfully attacked earlier. But even then, and though Cat wouldn't wish harm on a civilian, Shiva had been the one to attack the goose in turn.
"Hey, if that thing starts chasing me, how confident are you guys in your ability to hold it down?" Cat asked the pair with her. If they could at least keep it down for long enough, to close it's murderous jaws and load it into somewhere to get it to animal control?
Shiva murmured some kind of acknowledgement to the question, but Cat didn't really hear. She was still in the staring contest with the unhappy goose and the moment that Cat made a step backwards, it lunged. Cat screeched.
Well, Jules could attest to the idea that despite his determination previous to the end of the round, Jules hadn't actually believe he would succeed. He had already lost a round before, this was- this was a miracle. Either Beau's crushing defeat by TJ destroyed Beau inside or Jules had made an immediate improvement between rounds. While Jules would prefer the latter for his dignity, the former was a very valid option in his mind still.
No point in speaking these thoughts aloud as he was quickly enveloped into a hug. Which was weird. Growing up in a family with two absent parents, two older siblings who learned from the distance, and a younger sister that didn't pick up on it total, and a best friend for life that was partial to hanging on shoulders, but not so much hugs, it left only his young brother who picked up the habit from Heaven knows where to be hugging anyone. Said younger brother was like, 12, and only barely at the five foot mark, and the person hugging him was like, six foot and around Jules's own height. So it was weird.
Either way, he awkwardly made an attempt to hug back. "Hell yeah we did!" When TJ backed away with a rush, Jules was fairly confused on the excitement over the prize. He hadn't actually taken the time to look at it though, but still.
When TJ brought over a kitten though, Jules was stunned. Now, he wouldn't say he was a cat person necessarily. He liked them plenty, but he had two dogs at home so there was naturally a bias. But by Heaven and Hell, this little guy was adorable. As TJ asked for a name, and promptly answered himself, Jules had to say. He wasn't all against that. Jules likely would have picked a more hispanic sounding name, however...
"Winston's his name now. It's official." Cause by hell, TJ was right, this cat was a winning son. "I can't wait for everyone to meet him now, we should probably head back anyway."
Momentarily, Jules felt as though they were forgetting something important.
"Think you can hold him on our way back?"
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 29, 2020 1:19:56 GMT -5
This case had started somewhat normal. As the day went on it had progressively gotten weirder and weirder, yet now not only was it weird, but it was deadly.
All three of them could very well be in danger. The goose, who also happened to be the criminal in this, had proven to be capable of human murder. This had quickly gone from a crime that had started off tame to something that was dangerous. This wasn’t good, not good at all. Even if they were going against a goose, the bird was clearly a threat to their lives. At least between him and Cat they had a lot of experience, and while Shiva was just a civilian she had proven to have experience with keeping the killer goose at bay. With the three of them combined surely they could outfox this goose.
Just before N could answer Cat’s question, the goose made a beeline straight for her.
N was typically good with animals, but he had no idea how good he was with animals that had the intent to murder. Guess now was the time to see if he was good or not.
He went with his first instinct, and that was to run in-between the goose and Cat. ”Hey, goose, we aren’t here to harm you, okay?” With any other criminal this would be the part where N would ask why they were murdering people and stealing picnic baskets, but if he asked there was no way he was going to get an answer from a goose, so he really hoped this was enough to stop the bird, or at least confuse it long enough for him or somebody else to catch it.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Sept 2, 2020 0:05:04 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
TJ still couldn’t believe they had won, and yet here they were with the best victory prize anyone could’ve ever hoped for. Little Winston was going to be the new team mascot, TJ could feel it. Usually he would take the little kitten home with him, however he had won him with Jules, and also TJ had two dogs at home and while he knew Pickle would be more than fine with a baby brother, Lacy was old and needed a lot more care and attention than she used to, TJ wasn’t sure how well she would take to a kitten in the apartment. Jules’ question pulled him out of his thoughts as TJ blinked and looked over at his partner. “Hmm?” TJ looked over towards Jules. “Oh! Right, yeah I can hold him,” he agreed and looked back to Winston. “Come on Winston, lets go show you off to everyone else, they’ll love you!” He cooed out to the toyger kitten. He wasn’t sure how the other detectives felt about cats, but he knew Val had one and Cleo was a really great cat, maybe she and Winston could be friends. Looking back to Jules, TJ smiled at him. “Alright! Let’s head back.” |
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Post by CreamCrow on Sept 26, 2020 0:36:46 GMT -5
The goose paused. It stared at N decided whether or not it should continue it's barrage against the detective behind N. However, as it seemed to have made it's decision to launch itself at a screeching Cat, a blur of pink and yellow yeeted out towards the feathery murderer. Said blur stabilized into a more human looking shape that seemed to be rolling around to keep the squawking fiend from getting anywhere.
Cat slowly peeked out from behind N in order to get a better look at the situation and... Well, Shiva had wrapped her entire body around the goose, trapping it's main body- and therefore wings- between her legs and was holding onto the goose's legs with her hands. In order to prevent the goose from moving it's head around at all, Shiva had opted for the ever-so-clear option of biting into the goose's neck to keep it from going to far. The tragedy of using all your other limbs to prevent movement, Cat supposed.
Shiva attempted to talk to them, even if it came out highly muffled, "Ca' yuuu pw hel' me?"
Cat winced and nodded, moving to grab her handcuffs and place it awkwardly on the neck of the goose as well as attempting to secure the other side around the goose's feet so Shiva could untangle a little bit more. "Better?"
"Better."
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Post by Feathertalon on Sept 26, 2020 0:56:10 GMT -5
The last thing N wanted to do was physically assault the goose. He was the type to do everything he could to keep a situation peaceful, even if he was dealing with a goose who murdered humans in cold blood; however, it seemed like Shiva had other ways of solving things for herself.
At first the sergeant had no idea what was happening, instinct causing him to step back in momentary confusion before the scene became clear to him - Shiva had practically bodyslammed the goose and was now holding it down in a tight position so it wouldn’t free itself from her grasp. And just when N thought things had escalated as far as they would go, Shiva bit into the goose’s neck.
Well, not something N would have done, but he supposed so long as Shiva didn’t bite down too hard and harm the goose everything was fine. If anything it did seem to be working.
Once Cat had managed to secure the goose with handcuffs - which N never thought he’d see the day where he would be arresting a goose, but here he was - he gave the scene one last look before turning back to his partner for the day. ”Is that enough to hold the goose?” He wondered allowed. It looked like Cat and Shiva had it under control, but this was a murderous goose, N had no idea what sort of strength or powers the avian could pull on them.
”I guess this is solved then, if anything,” he then added a few moments later. There was still taking the goose into custody, or animal control, and figuring out what needed to be done with the detached body parts, but beyond that they had the culprit and the crime scene, their work here was mostly done.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 6, 2020 18:08:20 GMT -5
Norman Walters @notag | With Hazel
“You know, most people don’t take their jobs with them on their days off,” Hazel said from across her desk as she looked over towards Norman. He had come to talk to her after bringing in Nuru and Nyathera, and by three sounds of it, he had missed quite the day at work. Norman shrugged in response, not meeting her gaze as he tapped the desk with his fingers. Hazel raised her brow, leaning a little closer. “...You okay there, Walters?” She asked, voice shifting from the casual joking tone it had been before to a more soft, motherly tone. Norman tensed a little, eyes trailing along the floor. “...I nearly got Ives and Tortie killed today, not only are they civilians but they’re also my friends-“ if anyone else heard him call Tortie his friend, he would deny he ever said anything. “I was supposed to take the day off, take it easy, and at the very least, act like an adult, but instead I was immature and it nearly cost them their lives,” he continued, glancing down at the ground. Today they were lucky, but that didn’t mean they’d always be lucky. “...I think I should probably stay off the field for a few days, should probably stick to desk duty,” he decided, carefully looking back over towards Hazel. Hazel gave him a look. “Are you punishing yourself, for me?” She inquired and Norman shrugged again, looking away. There was a pause for a moment and then Hazel leaned over her desk. “Listen, I’m all for you you doing desk duty for a week, but don’t punish yourself for this, you were off duty, you told them to stay put, they didn’t listen, did you mess up a little? Probably, but you got them back, alive, and you bagged a couple crooks while doing it, all while being off duty, that’s pretty impressive, Norman, don’t beat yourself up over what could’ve happened,” she told him. There was a little more silence before Norman shrugged again, looking away. ”...I guess,” he said simply. Hazel watched him for a moment or so longer before sighing and pushing back on her seat. “Alright, that’s enough of this whole brooding act, you’re only human, you aren’t going to be perfect, but I’m not gonna let you beat yourself up, head on out there, mark down those crooks you caught on the board, and head out for the day, okay?” She told him. Norman looked at her for a moment before he nodded and got up to his feet. “Right,” he told her and quietly slid out of her office. Quietly, Norman made his way over towards the white board, grabbing the marker, he lifted it up to his name and stared at the number. While technically, he should bump it up two, Norman couldn’t do it. Maybe he did catch those two, but he didn’t deserve the numbers to go up, not with everyone he had put at risk today. Slowly, he lowered the marker back down and walked away, looking around for the other detectives, he’d at least like to check up on them after that whole bomb threat today before he headed out. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 7, 2020 1:24:06 GMT -5
Val had been watching the whole exchange quietly from her desk while she worked on some paperwork. The most incredibly boring part of the job but at least it allowed you to do a little eavesdropping around the office at the same time.
After the interview was over and Callie had done all the things she needed to do; helping transfer Axelson to a cell, doing the important paperwork; including her statement on the bomb threat that day, she’s immediately picked up her phone. She’d been talking on it for the last ten minutes in the break room, and Val knew for a fact by the way she was pacing that she was talking to her undoubtedly concerned siblings. It made sense that she’s immediately call them and reassure them that she was okay.
”JasonJasonJason,” Callie’s muffled voice came from the break room “I told you, I’m fine. You don’t have to tell mom. No seriously, don’t tell mom.”
Callie wasn’t the only one who’d seemed out of sorts after their day, Val noted; Norman seemed to be acting unusual too. He lacked his usual confidence, which was both a little unsettling but also incredibly sad. Nobody had confidence like Norman did, and seeing that shaken was kind of... it was weird.
The detective watched her friend approach the board, prepared to mark down his arrests, but then lower his arm. That was what finally spurred her to action. Val rose from her desk and headed to the board herself. Reaching for the marker, she added on an arrest for herself, Callie and Roswell. But she made a point of adding on two for Norman. He deserved those arrests; he’d done some amazing detective work that day.
And after all, it was technically an order from Hazel that he add his arrests to the board.
That done, Val approached Norman and gestured to the board.
“Looks like you’re catching up, Walters,” she smiled “I gotta get some serious arrests in.”
She knew Norman wasn’t the type to have a conversation about feelings, so this was the best way she could think of to open a conversation with him. If he thought it was going to be a ‘feelings’ conversation he would bail, and Val knew that because she was exactly the same.
So, with the conversation opened, Val figures it might now be safe to get into the ugly ‘feelings’ stuff.
She let her smile drop and let her brows draw together in concern but nothing else. She didn’t want to give off the impression that she pitied him, if she knew Norman he would hate that more than anything.
“You okay, man?” Valentina questioned “I know you had a rough day but you... you did some amazing work today.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 8, 2020 0:17:43 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Norman side glanced over towards Val when she approached him, he had seen her fix the numbers on the board and while he’d like to argue with her, it seemed useless to do by now. Much like how Roswell wasn’t going to get out of his number boost last week, Norman wasn’t about to get out of it here. Instead he simply looked away when Val came up to him, eyes scanning over the precinct. “Alistair and Noah did impressive work,” he corrected. “I didn’t help,” Norman explained, glancing down towards the ground. Sure, he had been the one to track Nuru and Nyathera down, but Alistair had still gotten hurt in the process and this was one thing that Norman just couldn’t bring himself to take credit for. Norman tensed when Val asked if he was okay. Neither of them were exactly the type to open up and get all emotional, least of all with each other, and yet...Norman sighed, placing his hands on his jacket pockets. “I nearly got Ives and Tortie killed today, Tortie called me immature-“ Tortie, of all people. “She was right though, I guess being a prodigal detective only gets you so far at the end of the day,” Norman furrowed his brows, his shoulders relaxing. “There’s no excuse for today.” |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 8, 2020 1:20:30 GMT -5
Val shook her head at Norman’s words. He really was going to continue to blame himself for all this. There was no doubt he’d done everything he could, he didn’t need to think so badly of himself.
“You’re too hard on yourself,” she answered, before sighing slightly “at least you didn’t almost get the precinct blown up.”
She hadn’t noticed that package coming in. It was only Callie who noticed it and brought Hazel’s attention to it. Val has been in the bullpen - or she supposed it happened when she’d just left the bullpen to get something from the evidence room. But she shouldn’t have left the bullpen empty anyway; Roswell has been busy elsewhere in the precinct too.
Val glances towards the break room, where the blonde detective was still on the phone, the Texan accent in her voice coming through more clearly when she was talking to her siblings.
“Callie was the one who did everything today, her and Roswell.” she explained “I didn’t notice the bomb coming in, which could’ve gotten Hazel killed, and I got freaked out about the idea of going into that warehouse to arrest him. I took him down at the end, but that’s it.”
Norman was the newest detective before TJ, he wouldn’t know anything about that. But hey, she didn’t have to explain herself. And if he asked, she wouldn’t. The warehouse had freaked her out, and her reasons for that were going to be kept to herself.
Her point stood; Roswell and Callie had done amazing jobs that day. Just because she’d been the one to take him down didn’t mean she should get all of the credit or the glory. Or any of it, in fact.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 11, 2020 5:20:51 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Norman glanced over at Val, raising his brow. He had heard about the precinct problem of course, Hazel had given him the scoop once he had returned to the precinct, however from what he had heard, it definitely didn’t sound like Val’s fault. “Maybe you’re losing your edge,” he joked lightly, a small, sly smile pulling at the corners of his lips, however it didn’t last long before he had returned to a much more serious outlook. “But seriously though, I don’t think that was your fault, anyone could’ve missed it, maybe even me-“ probably not him, but he wasn’t going to say that, he was trying to make Val feel better. ”Plus as soon as you were aware of it, you got everyone out, you protected everyone, that’s what a good detective does,” he told her, looking up at her, emerald green eyes sharpening as her looked up at the other detective. “And you are a good detective Val,” he told her honestly. Val was one of the best detectives he had known, she deserved recognition for that. However even still, this was getting just a little too touchy-feely for him, luckily it was TJ to his rescue as the newest detective to the 99 practically burst into the precinct, dressed in some sort of horrible “gang” attire and holding...wait was that a kitten? “Nants ingonyama bagithi baba!” TJ sang the opening of the “circle of life” as he held out the tiny toyger kitten for everyone to see, the kitten in question just kinda let it’s little body hang there, as content as could be. Once TJ was sure he had everyone’s attention, he lowered the cat down a little, though still kept him high enough to show off. “Everyone, meet Winston! Jules and I won him in a race, he’s our new mascot!” TJ explained excitedly. There was silence for a moment or so before the kitten - Winston, apparently - let out a small mew and Norman let out an involuntary “aww” at him. He couldn’t help it, kittens were cute, how were you not supposed to aww at them? |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 11, 2020 5:55:09 GMT -5
Val’s joke about her losing her edge actually instantly reassured Val. If Norman really thought that was true he wouldn’t be teasing her about it like that, he wouldn’t joke about that kind of thing.
“Shut up,” she muttered, punching him lightly on the arm, a smile tugging at her lips. Norman was one of the few detectives with whom Val felt comfortable like this; he didn’t offer her pity, but he always helped her feel better by joking around, teasing her. Distracting her if she needed it; one of the perils of being a detective (it was a trait for too many of the best ones, including those of the 99, shared) was overthinking everything. Norman stopped her from doing that.
He turned serious then though, giving her far more genuine reassurances that she really did appreciate. She was just in the middle of thanking him and telling him that he was a good detective too when the newest member of the 99 burst through the door singing The Circle of Life. Honestly, she wished she could’ve been surprised, but musical entrances was something the 99 seemed to do a lot.
She turned to see the other detective holding up the kitten, which caused Val’s mouth to drop open in surprise before quickly turning into a grin. Okay, TJ was cute. But TJ holding a kitten? That was a whole new level.
Without even thinking she found herself rushing over to go and see the little thing, letting out an instant ‘aww’.
“Oh my god he’s so cute!” Val exclaimed, before looking at TJ with some surprise when he said they’d won the race “You guys won a motorbike race? Unbelievable. I hope you and my bike hate one another a little less now, TJ.”
Yeah, she still had to tease him a little. She wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity, especially not while he was still dressed like that.
But before she could continue the kitten let out a mew and Val instantly forgot everything she was about to say.
“Hi, Winston!” Val cooed, petting the tiny kitten on the head as TJ held him “you’re just adorable.”
Which was when she suddenly remembered that it wasn’t just her and TJ in the room. That in fact, she was at work, in the precinct. And this was not the place for losing her mind over a kitten. She had a reputation to uphold.
So she cleared her throat, letting the smile drop from her face and her hand fall back to her side rather than stroking the kitten.
“It’s a cute cat,” she acknowledged with a nod
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 27, 2020 14:01:51 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
Had TJ and Jules really done their job today? Hard to say, they had gone to the street race, but they hadn’t exactly stopped anything going on there, in fact, they had participated in if and even won, and here was the living, breathing, adorable proof. Looking down, TJ cooed at Winston, petting him. “Isn’t he adorable?” He asked, looking up as he called everyone else over, glancing back towards Jules to see if his partner agreed with him, though who wouldn’t? Winston was absolutely adorable in every way. Even Val seemed to think so. Grinning as she approached, he held Winston out for her to pet. “He’s cute, isn’t he? I bet he and Cleo would be friends,” he told her happily, unfazed by her cooing, after all, Winston deserved it. “Also, we had to enter into the motorcycle part of the race, but don’t worry, we won!” He added and once again glanced back at Jules, waiting for him to confirm this. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Oct 27, 2020 14:08:09 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Norman watched as everyone crowded around the cat, he was sure he’d adore little Winston too, but for now he was content to let everybody else baby the kitten, so instead he glanced around, spotting Tortie at her desk. Sighing, he kicked his feet a little and began to walk over, stopping by her desk. “Hey,” he started. “...I uh, I just wanted to say sorry, for uh...for everything,” he explained without looking at her, shrugging his shoulders. His attitude had been less than flattering today, even before the whole “best friend and coworker got captured by cannibalistic food truck owners” that was just the icing on top. Sure, Tortie had thrown herself somewhere she hadn’t been invited, somehow got his friend’s number - not Ives of course, but Thaddeus - and not to mention, ate his coaster like a cookie, but Norman hadn’t exactly been the best host either. “I’m not really good at this whole thing, but...but I wanted to tell you that I really am sorry,” Norman explained, pausing for a moment or so before he continued, looking back over at Tortie with a small, knowing smirk. “You still have to pay me back for that coaster though.” |
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Post by CreamCrow on Oct 30, 2020 3:36:39 GMT -5
Jules reasonably knew why TJ was singing the circle of life when they walked in. However, in no way did that mean he knew why TJ decided they needed to sing the circle of life when they walked in. He wasn't going to verbally complain, since the attention of everyone in the precinct in the room was gotten. And the attention was indeed needed to introduce the cat child. All he needed to do was beem in pride alongside TJ as coos and awes rung out among the crowd.
While on one hand, Jules wanted to call out Norman for only giving Jules's new son a simple "aww" before turning away, it was far too easier to focus that attention on Val. Because not only she just give the simple aww-ing a kitten like Winston deserved, but she was full force cooing over the cat in such an un-Val-like way. Jules grinned. He couldn't pass over this opportunity.
"Which 'he,' Val?" Jules snorted under his breath, hopefully loud enough Val heard, but not so much as anyone else. And as she attempted to regain her serious, normal demeanour, Jules bursted out laughing since it was just that funny. There was no redemption for her today after that.
But otherwise, he had a partner to back up. "Oh yeah, the cutest cat around." Given Jules was a dog person, this was high praise. He furthered his agreement with TJ, "We absolutely did. The poor guy who went against us was crushed. Doubt he'll ever manage to show his face around those parts again." Sure, Jules was leaving out the part that the guy seemed to be professional and absolutely crushed Jules at the start, but that wasn't the point. They won. That was the point.
... Even if Jules was now realizing they should have made at least some kind of arrest because this meant Val and Norman were going to take the lead over him. That was problematic.
When Cat and N finally were able to go back to the precinct, Cat was unfortunately aware of what she needed to do. When actually entering, she moved towards her desk and pulled out a small whiteboard and disappointedly looked at it. It had been a dare from Jules that had caused her to actually write it, expecting nothing would come from it. She glared at the guy who was otherwise distracted with TJ, Val, and - ... she was going to fight. How the hell did they manage to get the investigation that involved a cat they got to bring to the precinct. Pushing that away for a moment, Cat erased a number on the whiteboard and grabbed a dry-erase marker in order to right a big, fat zero on the board.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Oct 30, 2020 19:04:41 GMT -5
When Jules teased Val, the detective felt a cold wave wash over her, eyes widening ever so slightly for just a moment as she froze for a second.
Did he... know?
Oh, he knew. She could tell in that stupid smug little grin on his face.
She was a little scared at the realisation that he knew, but she was quick to do her best to recover so that Jules hopefully wouldn’t realise he’d gotten to her. Well, that was unlikely since he was a detective, but she figured it was still worth a try. She at least had to save face and do something before she started blushing or something which would make everything worse.
So she planted her hands on her hips, looking at Jules with a smirk.
“Wow Balthazar, you dress up tough one time and suddenly you think you’re all that, huh?” Val teased “you ought to be careful, I could still take you with that little bandana on your head.”
But she was pretty impressed by the fact that they’d won, and was also all to happy to accept the change in subject. She reached out to pet the cat as TJ held him out to her, and nodded along with the idea that he and Cleo could be friends. That would be kind of cute.
“I’m impressed that you guys won,” she conceded “I’m going to say my bike takes about 10% of the credit for that win.”
It wasn’t a racing bike, but it’d still won and she could be proud of it nontheless. That was allowed, she felt like. After all, it wasn’t every day your bike got entered into a race and won. Unless you were... a bike racer, she supposed.
She caught Jules looking at the board and headed over to it, adding points on for TJ and Jules.
“You might not have gotten any arrests but I think we can say the race wins count, right?” Val suggested “that’s only fair. Doesn’t matter since I’ll still win anyway.”
There, she had to add the competitive streak back in so she didn’t seem like she was going Jules and TJ a favour. This wasn’t anything to do with her feelings for TJ anyway - even if she didn’t like him she’d still think it was fair to consider those race wins worthy of points.
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It was at that point that Callie finally emerged from the break room. Her sister was going to take on Axelson’s case in court which meant she’d be around for a while now, not going back to Texas. She’s just have to go home to get her things first, but Missy was going to be around for at least a little while. Meanwhile Lola was flying back out to San Francisco and Jason was heading back to Texas.
She could see the crowd around TJ and Jules with the cat, but chose not to get too involved in that. No, because she could see Norman and Tortie talking. She wanted to see how her best friend was doing and besides, an opportunity to irritate Norman should never go to waste.
“Hey, hons!” she greeted the two
She tried to sound as cheerful as normal but even she was a little shaken up by the events of that day. The whole bomb thing had understandably been terrifying, even more so because her family had been in the precinct.
She could see that the conversation seemed kind of serious, something which was unusual for both Tortie and Norman. Norman never seemed to lack confidence like he was going now. With growing concern, she looked between her two friends, brows knitting in worry.
“Are you guys okay?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 3, 2020 2:48:26 GMT -5
There was a lot going on now, and usually when there was a lot going on Tortie was smack dab in the middle of it all, but this was the one time she wasn’t. For once she was keeping her distance, and while she really did want to get in on the action and welcome the cat TJ and Jules had brought back, her mind was too busy focusing on everything that had happened to her. It was finally hitting her that she had been abducted by cannibals and buried alive.
And what bothered her the most is that she hadn’t been able to seduce either of them. Was she losing her charm? Was she just not appealing anymore?
Oh no. No, no, no, that couldn’t be happening. Surely she wasn’t losing any of that sexy energy she had. She couldn’t be...right?
Tortie felt panic rise in her throat, and unfortunately for Norman that was the first thing he had to deal with after coming over to her desk.
She got up to her feet and leaned across her desk, reaching out and placing her hands on Norman’s shoulders, mix-matched eyes wide and reflecting the panic that was clawing inside her. ”Norman, am I still sexy? Tell me I’m still sexy,” she blurted out, not hearing anything he had just said, her mind too focused on her current dilemma.
Though, it didn’t take too long for Tortie’s brain to stop and take a moment to realize what Norman was saying to her. Was he...was he apologizing to her? That wasn’t very Norman-like, but hey, she’d take it. And...and even if she was freaking out right now, not even she could deny that she herself had been a bit harsh earlier.
”I’ll work on the coaster thing, but no guarantees. Also, I appreciate the apology, but I guess this means I have to tell you I’m sorry for earlier too, which I am, but I don’t like apologies so don’t get used to this. And another also, I still need to know if I’m sexy or not, I do think that’s a bit more important than a whole ‘I’m sorry’ fest right now, and if you use the ‘I’m gay’ excuse to try and get out of answering this I’ll hire a hitman not to kill you, but to rub a vulture liver on your face anytime you try to sleep.” She was serious about that. Tortie was sure she could easily find somebody who would do that for her, and she hoped Norman realized the danger he could potentially put himself in here.
It wasn’t long after she had spoken her threat that yet another familiar voice caught her attention. As soon as Callie came into the picture Tortie pulled away from Norman and reached out to the other woman, grabbing her by the shoulders just like she had done Norman and looking her right in the eyes. ”Callie, please tell me I’m still sexy,” she urged, hoping to get a “you’re still sexy, Tortie” comment from the both of them.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2020 16:36:04 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
It was probably a good thing that TJ was so preoccupied with Winston to really pay too much attention to Jules and Val, he knew they were bantering, as friends do, but if you were to ask him what about, he couldn’t tell you, instead he focused entirely on the little kitten, cooing at him and promising him all the salmon in the world. He’d have to check with Hazel to see if it was okay if Winston stayed here at the precinct though, since as far as he knew, both he and Jules owned dogs and while he wasn’t sure how Jules’ dogs would take to Winston, TJ knew that Lacy was too old to deal with a little kitten, and he couldn’t put his girl through that. Looking back up from Winston when Val mentioned them winning, TJ grinned and nodded along while he pet Winston’s soft belly. “Yeah, we lost the first round, the guy we were up against was like, super good, but don’t worry, we won the other two rounds, I guess that guy ran out of luck or something,” he explained and glanced back down towards Winston, content to let Jules and Val talk about everything else. He had a kitten to focus on, after all. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 3, 2020 16:42:18 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Okay well that was absolutely not what Norman was expecting, though he also wasn’t sure what else to expect from Tortie, after all, this was Tortie, he shouldn’t have assumed her mind would be on the fact that she nearly died today, no that was silly, of course her mind would be focused on whether or not she was attractive or something like that. Which apparently, she expected him to answer. Norman paused, looking at her carefully. He could honestly say that he didn’t find her attractive in the slightest, but then again, she was a girl so that definitely played part in it. However he had nearly gotten her killed today, it would probably only be polite to say something. So instead, Norman tried to picture Tortie if she were a guy, her hair was naturally black, so that was a bonus since black hair was just sexy in general, so maybe, if she was a guy, then maybe. “I guess if you were a guy,” Norman told her with a small shrug, hoping that was good enough. “Or if I was-“ heaven forbid “straight? I really dunno, Tortie, I’m not good at stuff like this, you should ask someone that could tell you, like my friend Thad, he actually is straight, he could tell you.” As Norman continued to ramble, he silently prayed for a way out of this. Luckily, the stars answers his prayers this time as Callie appeared and Tortie’s attention was turned to her. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Norman stepped back and nodded to Callie in greeting, happy to let the two of them discuss this topic without him in it. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 8, 2020 5:19:14 GMT -5
As soon as Callie approached the pair, Tortie approached her and grabbed her by the shoulders. Callie blinked when the other woman aasked if she was still sexy. She shouldn’t have been surprised, Tortie asked about this kind of thing fairly frequently.
“Is that even a question? Of course you are!” Callie responded “As if your sexiness is something you could ever lose.”
Strictly platonically, though, obviously. The two of them dating had been really fun but it definitely hadn’t worked out. The breakup was mutual, and the relationship hadn’t been so serious, so neither of them were that affected by the breakup. Which was the only reason the two of them were still able to be as close in their friendship as they were.
She looked over Tortie’s shoulders to where Norman stood, having taken a step back when Callie approached. The blonde fixed him with a slightly confused look, tilting her head and realising her eyebrows.
“What’s brought all this on?” Callie questioned
She wasn’t just referring to Tortie’s question, but also to Norman’s strange behaviour as well. Neither of them were acting like their usual selves and she didn’t really know the full situation of what had happened that day. She’d been too busy trying to reassure her siblings she was alright - and to convince them not to tell their mother. She wasn’t worried about Lola or Missy telling her, it was Jason she was concerned about. He’d probably let it slip anyway no matter how many times she told him not to.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 13, 2020 23:17:24 GMT -5
Listen, Tortie was serious about the vulture liver thing, and she knew quite a few ways on how to get one, too. If Norman wanted to test her on this then he would certainly have a terrible thing coming his way, unless he, for some reason, enjoyed the thought of a vulture’s liver being rubbed all over his body. Tortie wasn’t one to kink shame, but if Norman was into something like that she might just have to tell some sort of professional about that. Roswell went to a therapist, maybe Tortie could ask him to ask Doctor Therapist Jennifer, or whatever her name was, if she had room for another client, specifically a client that was into animal body parts.
Fortunately, it seemed as if Norman wasn’t into vulture livers, and Tortie couldn’t deny that she was relieved by that. Once again, she wasn’t one to kink shame, but why would anybody be into vulture livers being rubbed on their face? That was even something Tortie wouldn’t get into.
”Just for the record, I’d be damn fine as a guy. Like, so fine you wouldn’t be able to concentrate at work because you’d be so caught up in thinking about me. We’d have to fire you or something.” Though clearly Tortie was not male, and what she cared about the most was her image as a female, so when Norman brought up his friend, Tortie gave a bounce on her feet, eyes lighting up as a thought came to her. ”Oh, that’s right! I should send him pictures too, that way he knows for sure I’m hot.” Yeah, that sounded like the perfect idea. She knew how to take some pretty good pictures of herself, though considering this was going to be her first contact with the guy she should tone it down just a little. She needed to entice him, get him begging for more. She needed to do something just scandalous enough that he’d be intrigued. She’d act the part of a fair maiden back in the 1800s showing off a small portion of her ankle, hoping to reel in the attention of a handsome young man that hungered for more skin.
And like a fair maiden, Tortie couldn’t help but throw herself at the strongest person to hold and comfort her in her time of distress. No offense to Norman, but he wasn’t the strongest, and as Callie made her way over, Tortie couldn’t pass up the opportunity to throw herself at her closest friend. ”Oh, I’m so glad you think so. I don’t know what I’d do if I wasn’t sexy anymore. I had to make sure though, because listen, Callie, me and Norman, and his friend Ives, ran into some cannibals and I couldn’t seduce a single one! There were only two, but surely I’d have been able to seduce at least one of them, right? Imagine being able to check off “sleeping with a cannibal” on my to-do list.” As far as Tortie knew she had never been with a cannibal before, and she was going to be pretty upset if that had been her only chance at doing so.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 4, 2020 13:53:40 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Norman doubted that. He had taken many cases before from extremely attractive men and never before had her ever been too distracted and incapable of doing his job, so even if Tortie was some hottie as a guy, Norman was fairly certain he wouldn’t be that hot. Besides, something told him that Tortie’s personality wouldn’t change all that much and that played a big part into attractiveness. However he didn’t say anything, especially once Callie came over and steered the attention away from him. Though, if anything, he did have to worry that he’d just sealed Thad’s fate somehow and he’d have to apologize for that. “We stumbled across some cannibals,” Norman explained simply, not meeting Callie’s gaze. It was still a sore spot for him, having put two civilians in danger like that, the less he had to explain the better. |
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 14, 2020 2:20:16 GMT -5
Oh ho ho, Jules was certain that he hit that target on the dot. He was going to continue to smirk his smug aura at her, but then she had the gall to comment at his outfit. He gave an audibly offended gasp, complete with hand to chest as he looked at her in disbelief. "I'll have you know, I always think I'm all that, regardless of the clothes I'm wearing. I could take you in a dress without a sweat, no bandana needed." Of course, part of that was because a bandana and a dress wouldn't go well together unless you were specifically going for a theme. It wasn't a theme Jules would want to wear though.
As the topic shifted, he grinned. Oh, sure, on another day he'd argue about that, but there was no denying it. Val's bike deserved some credit for the service it provided. So he nodded. Potentially on another day or to another person, he may have offered to up the percentage of credit as well. For now, he'd be okay with giving the bike the vocal 10% of credit.
But then he suddenly felt as though he should have fought more for the bike's credit, maybe even toss in some Val credit for buying it and letting them use it, as Val generously put marks on the board. He spluttered a little in disbelief at first, suddenly wondering if Val had been replaced by a kinder clone of herself, but that theory was tossed out the door as she finished her thought. He laughed at the confidence and shook his head. She could claim winning all she wanted, but Jules was certain he'd win in the end.
Glancing back towards TJ, still enamored with the cat, Jules snorted at the sight. "He was destroyed in the last two rounds. But hey, all the better for us and Winston, huh."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 14, 2020 4:43:08 GMT -5
Both Tortie and Norman had confirmed to Callie that they’d come across some cannibals. She would be surprised, but between Tortie and Norman she wasn’t particularly shocked that they’d gotten themselves into a situation like this. She was, however, concerned for them, of course. Those were her friends; she’d have nobody to annoy if Norman died, and nobody to hang out with if Tortie died.
She was quick to reassure Tortie, though, when the woman expressed her concern about not being able to seduce a cannibal.
“Well those cannibals were at work, hon,” Callie pointed out “you can’t get distracted at work no matter how seductive someone is. There’ll be other cannibals, and I’m sure you’ll be able to seduce those. You’re very sexy.”
She then turned her attention to Norman as she continued to hold Tortie, who’d thrown herself at her, giving the woman some gentle pats as she spoke to the other detective.
“Hey, you protected two civilians today, Norman. On your own.” Callie pointed out “you couldn’t have known about the cannibal thing, nobody jumps to the conclusion somebody is a cannibal. And you stepped up to the plate for Tortie and Ives. You did a great job.”
Callie wasn’t normally the encouraging type, leave that to probably literally any other detective in the precinct. But she could see that Norman needed it, and she also knew he wasn’t likely to get it from Tortie.
The blonde glanced around the room at the other detectives in the precinct, taking it all in with relief. So many bad things could have happened today. Hell, most of the people in the precinct could have been killed one way or another, either by bomb or by cannibal. Callie hadn’t even begun to process the fact that she could have died, and that she could have lost all three of her siblings to boot.
“Cannibals and a bomb threat,” Callie murmured, looking back to her two friends “big day, huh?”
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Val smirked at Jules’ challenge. At least she’d succeeded a little in distracting him from his knowledge about her crush on TJ. All she had to hope now was that both he and Roswell could keep quiet. This was a small precinct, and if the secret got out everybody in the building would know almost immediately. And the last thing she wanted was TJ finding out through a rumour.
“I’ll take you up on that challenge,” she replied confidently “I could take you any day.”
Technically she didn’t know if she believed that, she had a feeling she and Jules might be relatively evenly matched. But she wasn’t going to let him know she thought that. Anyway, even if they were evenly matched she’d still win, because her competitive streak wouldn’t allow her to do anything else.
She was glad they agreed to give her bike 10% of the credit. Val loved that thing, it took her everywhere and she took more care of it than she did everything else in her life bar her cat. She’d had it for a while now, and she’d never had a single problem with it thanks to regular maintenance.
She’d heard Jules’ splutter when she started to add marks onto the board, but he soon laughed once she’d added in her last comment. Perfect, so she’d done enough to stop them thinking she was doing them a favour because she liked TJ. In all honestly, she did think the bike races should count. It was a day’s work, after all, and it would’ve been hard to make any arrests with so many people at that illegal street race.
She couldn’t help but become a little suspicious though, when the two talked about how they’d lost the first round but then their opponent seemed to have lost his luck, allowing them to destroy him in the final two rounds. That didn’t sound...usual.
Still, as she watched TJ with the cat and took in Jules’ confidence about the win, she decided not to tell them. Why ruin the moment? Besides, Val hadn’t even been there so she could only suspect what had happened, not know for sure. Her suspicions could be entirely wrong.
“Yeah, Winston is pretty adorable,” Val agreed “it’s about time we had a mascot, I guess. None of the other precincts have one, so that makes us the best one now that we’re the first.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 19, 2020 19:06:43 GMT -5
Work shmurk, Tortie still should have been able to seduce at least one of those cannibals. She had seduced a number of people while they were on the job before, so why would this have been any different? Hopefully she wasn’t actually losing her charm. Maybe those cannibals were just really into their work and if they hadn’t been on the job then she would have gotten somewhere.
Though, Callie was doing her best to cheer Tortie up, and she appreciated that. Instead of letting her moping continue, she simply looked up at her friend and offered a warm smile. Even if she was still a bit upset, she knew Callie was doing what she could to help and Tortie couldn’t put her appreciation for the other woman into words.
As the conversation opened up to all three of them rather than keeping to individual topics, Tortie let out a faint laugh. ”Sounds like a typical day for us.”
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 28, 2020 21:49:27 GMT -5
"You say that like we weren't already the best before we got Winston," Jules pointed out. "But, I do suppose it's easier to convince that with living proof..." Having an animal mascot made them so much better and they couldn't actually deny that. Unless the other precincts were filled with dog people.... In which case Jules supposed, they were screwed.
Although, he was saying this as a dog person as well, so perhaps they had a winning chance after all.
His mind wandered on that thought. If Winston's new home was really allowed to be this little precinct, then did that mean that.... theoretically.... they could arrange a pet day. Just, everyone bringing in their pets and inducting them into the detective life. That'd be fun. He'd just casually save that as an idea for another day.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 30, 2020 18:29:51 GMT -5
Norman Walters
Norman let out a small, half laugh at Callie’s and Tortie’s conversation. Bombs, cannibals, random kitten rewards, murder geese, yeah that seemed like a pretty normal Tuesday, all things considering. “Who knows, maybe tomorrow we’ll deal with something normal like aliens or something,” he joked, glancing back towards the two girls for a moment or so longer before his attention was caught by the other detectives. Val and Jules were going back and forth while TJ cooed over the cat. “I hope you’re not giving away extra points there, Val!” He called out towards them. “Cats don’t count unless they’re also a cat burglar and Winston doesn’t seem like the type.” He still felt uneasy over today, but at the end of the day, things seemed to work out, Norman knew better than to take that for granted. They might not always be as lucky as they had been today.
End Credits
Val - proud bike momma
Missy - Jedi of flirting
Callie - or is it Missy?
TJ - proud father of a cat
Norman - idiot extraordinaire
Hazel - never trust gifts from strangers
Tortie - didn’t seduce a cannibal
Cat - should have seen it coming
Jules - a disappointment to his friend
Jason - is definitely telling mom
Lola - still has heels higher than Missy’s standards
Roswell - what did he even do this episode
Ives - came here to have a good time, got attacked
N - survived the murder goose
Nyathera - don’t trust her cooking
Leigh - never got Tortie’s number
Bartender - tired of serving juice at a bar
Time - he’s still at the bar
Samhian - he has left the bar
Murder goose - sometimes you just need to steal a picnic basket and a hand
Zoe, Abigail, & Lillian - also left the bar
Beau - he totally didn’t let them win
Blix - that street racer girl that you all probably forgot
Nuru - grunts
Shiva - mvp in soccer and ruining goose plans
Alistair - I hope he got that cut taken care of
Noah - wondering if he can eat a human hamburger now
Clarence - oh so you chose that font for the credits?
Winston - the best boy to ever be
Axleson - he gives off wendigo vibes
Thaddeus - did get Tortie’s number
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