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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 1, 2021 2:55:36 GMT -5
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 14, 2021 2:09:51 GMT -5
"You look a little more chipper than normal."
Well, Jules wasn't wrong. He was certain of it. Cat looked far more chipper today than she normally looked. Sure, she was normally sweet smiles and a calm demeanor but there was a pep in her step and Jules had not a clue as to why. Which hurt, he'll say. A close friend- one of his best friends really- was just going around all cheerful today and had the gall to not update him on why.
So, rather than asking straight-out (as of yet), he was going to go with the route of goading into her telling him about whatever gossip she was keeping to herself. If doing so just happened to involve sitting on her desk as she approached with a raised, inquiring brow and files in hand, who was he to not follow through?
Of course, it wasn't going to be easy. "Certainly feel good today," she responded sweetly, "Could've been the extra cup of coffee I had earlier." Certainly not easy if she was going to be dodging around it. And he knew she was dodging around it because only caffeine addicts who were trying to avoid coffee and had defaulted back to it after a long while could ever show such an increase in moods.
It wasn't as though Cat was even grumpy on most days. She was just... less smiley, more calm and neutral, unless she was coming back from a bird-related case. But she didn't normally smile to herself when working on paperwork for aforementioned bird-related cases or give the ever so light skip-hop thing people did when they were happy before realizing they were in a public place. Nor... nor nor nor, did she normally have extra cups of coffee than her usual amount.
Jules narrowed his eyes in obvious suspicion, pointedly making sure Cat understood he was suspicious. "Uh huh. Suuuuure. Extra cup of coffee."
The two just stared at one another in silence waiting for Jules to break the silence. And break it he did, "And not.... say, new apartment?" She shook her head, "New pet?" another shake, which fair, he would have complained otherwise given Winston's immediate removal as newest pet from the precinct, "Long lost family member? Large amount of money find itself in your bank account? A hot date tonight? New pair of boots- no, you'd be wearing those..." he paused once more, less looking for her reaction now as he'd have noticed she'd stopped shaking her head after something he mentioned, and more focused on trying to find something that fit the happy parameters he was setting. "New job?"
And in a moment of stupidity, he realized what he suggested, let out an audible gasp and leaned forward with wide eyes, "You're not leaving the precinct are you? And right after we got Winston situated and everything!? I thought you loved cats! You're name is Cat!"
She looked bewildered at the thought as though she thoroughly wasn't expecting him to settle on new job as the explanation regarding her joy. "No?? I'm not leaving the precinct, birdbrain. Why would I be happy if I were leaving?"
"... Fair point." Jules acknowledged, allowing the thought to steep in. He squinted once more, figuring this time he'd actually get to the direct point. "So. Why are you happy then?"
And annoyingly, rather than answering with an actual answer, she laughed and responded with, "Nothing as dramatic as that. It's just... a good day, alright?" He stared at her, in disbelief and offense at the simplicity of that. Noticing that, she continued with a little bit of a sigh at first, "I can tell you about it when we aren't supposed to be working, okay?"
"Ugh. Fine. I guess."
"Now go back to work, you have cases you still need to do, right?"
He hated when she was right. Shrugging, he slumped off her desk and meandered back to his desk where he supposed he had to figure out what he was going to do for the rest of the day. Wait for something else interesting to happen in the precinct, like it generally did.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 14, 2021 4:46:05 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
”Have you ever wondered what you would look like if we evolved from lizards instead of primates?” TJ asked absentmindedly as he tapped his pen against the folder on his desk. He was supposed to be filling out paperwork, but well...anytime he tried, his mind always ended up wandering. Norman looked up from his desk, squinting at TJ for a moment or so, as if contemplating whether or not to answer, until finally, he caved. “What kind of lizard?”“Hmm,” TJ paused, considering it for a moment or so. “Let’s go with salamanders, I love those guys.”“Salamanders aren’t lizards, TJ,” Norman corrected. ”Oh...really?”“Yeah, they’re amphibians, like frogs.”TJ paused, thinking this over. How...how did he not know this until now? His whole life was a lie. “Hmm, okay, so what if we evolved from amphibians then?” He asked, looking back over to Norman. Norman thought about it for a moment before he shrugged. “I dunno, I’d probably be some goopy frog thing, maybe I’d be poisonous, that would be cool,” he decided, looking back down to his computer. TJ smiled. “Yeah! Like a tiny poison dart frog! I can see it,” he decided with a nod of his head. Unfortunately, before TJ could proudly explain that he would probably be some cool salamander cowboy like from Amphibia, something caught his attention as the elevator opened to reveal officer Alistair Harts dragging in some new criminal for temporary holding. The criminal was a rather attractive man with brown skin and fluffy, long black hair pulled back into a ponytail, he was struggling, making quite the scene. “You won’t hold me for long! I’ll get out! No bars can hold me!” Just then, he broke free and made a run for it, tripping Alistair. TJ watched as the officer half-heartedly fell to the floor, the criminal making a break for the elevator before it had a chance to close and the weird thing was no one was doing a thing about it. Instantly, TJ got up to feet, ready to jump forward as he watched the guy dramatically leap back into the elevator and grab something hidden just out of view. Immediately TJ’s mind went to the worse case scenario. “Gun! Or Bomb! Or...something!” He yelled and Norman jumped slightly, though he still made no effort to actually move from his desk. In fact, everyone seemed...weirdly calm. ”Why isn’t anyone doing anything?” He asked, looking around at the others one more time before deciding he would just have to take matters into his own hands. So, TJ leapt forward after the criminal. Seeing him coming, the guy lifted his hands up in fake surrender, holding up two large bags - and one small bag - from what seemed to be some kind of donut shop. “Woah, chill, it’s just donuts,” the guy said and walked back into the bullpen, right past TJ. TJ stayed where he was, watching with clear confusion on his face as the guy went around the precinct and started...handing out donuts? “Alright, let’s see, I’ve got a cinnamon donut for N,” he said, placing a nearly wrapped donut on N’s desk, quickly moving on. “A glazed for Val,” he smiled at Val as he put it in front of her. ”Only the best for my bike buddy,” he told her, moving on to give Roswell a powdered donut and stopping to place a strawberry one on Callie’s desk. Finally, he stopped by Cat’s desk, handing a small box out for Jules. “Twists for Jules,” he said, looking over to Cat. “And for you...Kate? No Katherine, no wait! It’s Cat, isn’t it?” He asked, coyly smiling at her as he held out a donut with an enormous amount of sprinkles on it. “I remember because I happen to be a cat lover,” he told her with a smile, staring at her for a moment longer before turning around, his eyes finally meeting TJ. “And for you, a gluten free chocolate donut,” he said, walking over and holding out the small bag for TJ to take, “bagged separately to avoid cross contamination.”TJ - still very confused - reached out and grabbed the bag. “Er...thanks?” He asked unsurely, “Um...who are you, and how did you know...?” TJ was very confused, he thought this was a criminal or something and now he was passing out donuts and making small talk with everyone as if he knew them all, and what’s more than that he also knew TJ’s favorite donut and about his celiac disease. Who was this guy?“Right, now that we got that entirely unneeded entrance over with-“ Norman got to his feet, sending the guy a look as he made grabby hands towards him. “Gimme,” he ordered. The guy laughed and let out a mock gasp, placing a hand on his chest. “Wow, I come all this way and that’s all you say to me? Where is the love?” He asked dramatically, giving Norman the second bag. Norman rolled his eyes and playfully punched the guy in the arm, to which the guy responded by punching him back. “Love you too, you dolt,” the guy said playfully. ”Can someone please explain to me what’s going on?” TJ pleaded, looking from Norman to this random guy, to Val and the others. “Oh, right,” Norman said, as if finally realizing that TJ didn’t know this guy. “TJ, this is my brother, Ty, he sometimes does donut orders for us, I told him about your restrictions,” Norman explained absentmindedly as he dug through the bag and grabbed a donut. Ty looked to TJ and winked, finger gunning him. “I’m the cool Walters,” he announced proudly. “Sorry about the entrance, I knew you were new and couldn’t resist messing with you,” he explained casually. TJ looked at him, his face beginning to flush. Now that all the confusion and excitement was over, he was able to actually pay closer attention to Ty and well...he was kind of hot. Feeling his face warm, TJ turned away from him. “Excuse me,” he mumbled before awkwardly shuffling away to go sit at his desk, hiding his face behind his computer. Everyone here needed to stop having attractive siblings, it wasn’t fair. Next he was gonna find out that N had some sort of attractive younger brother and that would be it for him, TJ would die right then and there from bi overload. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2021 5:22:28 GMT -5
Val entered the bullpen on what should have been a completely normal morning, having just been printing some paperwork. Not that the 99 could ever truly be considered normal by any standard.
As if to prove this, she watched Ty dive past into the elevator, hotly pursued by TJ yelling something about guns or bombs or something. Val was too amused (and blindsided) to correct him, and she didn't want to ruin Ty's little charade anyway.
She was, however, thrilled to be getting a donut. She wasn't too picky, honestly, but Norman had interrogated her into telling him that her favourites were glazed and cinnamon ones. Ty had brought her a glazed one today, which she accepted with a rare smile. Hey, donuts were enough to make anybody smile.
"You know it," she responded to his 'bike buddies' comment "Talking of which, my bike held its own in some bike races recently. You and I might have to race again sometime."
Val's competitive streak had, of course, meant that she and Ty had raced their bikes before. They tended to be pretty evenly matched in general, each winning around half the time. Val was due another win.
Still, she had work to do. Paperwork to fill in, and that old cold-case file on her desk that she was desperate to try and crack. She just didn't want Hazel to know about it; she'd only worry about Val if she knew. Not to mention the fact that the case was kind of old and had no leads; investigating it was a waste of time. Not to Val, though.
So she bid Ty a goodbye, telling him to catch up later if he got a chance, and headed towards her desk. However, she almost immediately almost ran into Callie, who had emerged from the kitchen like some sort of goblin creature to grab the donut Ty had left on her desk.
"Hey, Dawson," Val greeted, before sniffing "why do I smell burning?"
Callie took a bite of the donut before replying, but obviously did not seem overly urgent or concerned.
"Oh, just my clothes," she said casually, even shrugging slightly
Val's eyes widened, brows pulling together in confusion.
"Your what?" Val repeated
Callie looked at Val like she was the most stupid person on earth then, or as if she was a toddler or something. What the hell was going on?
"My c l o t h e s," Callie explained slowly, gesturing to her own outfit "You know what clothes are."
"No, Callie, I-" Val began frustratedly, drawing in a breath and raising her hands to head, silently praying to every deity she could think of for strength "why are your clothes burning?"
"My dryer is broken, so I'm microwaving them" Callie replied matter-of-factly, taking another bite of the donut with a psychopathic lack of caution. That was a filled donut, the strawberry filling was liable to get all over her clothes if she wasn't careful.
"Why don't you go to a dry cleaners?" Val asked exasperatedly
"I'm grounded," Callie answered "Jason told my mom about what happened when my siblings visited."
Val shook her head in disbelief then. No part of this conversation should be surprising her right now, but somehow it was.
"You're a grown adult, why are you letting your mother ground you?" was her next incredulous question
"She's from Texas," Callie said as if that explained everything "Have you ever met a Texan mom? She's scary, Ruiz."
Okay, fair enough. But that clearly wasn't addressing the most important part of this whole thing.
"Fine," Val sighed "but if your clothes are burning, shouldn't you, I don't know, get them out of the microwave?"
Callie's eyes widened as if she was only just realising this, before rushing off towards the kitchen with her donut still in hand. The detective got up to even crazier things than usual when Tortie wasn't at work, Val knew that. She didn't cope well without her best friend. But this was the dumbest one yet.
Eventually Val finally made it to her desk, but she couldn't start work without her usual morning dig at Norman with a yell across the precinct.
"Better get yourself on a case quickly, Walters!" she called out to him as she finally took the first bite of her donut "I've only got nine left to win, and you're languishing in third place."
Now she could finally get to work, grabbing a pen to sign the paperwork she'd filled in - it was all done, she just had to put it on Hazel's desk.
Still, she alternated between checking the paperwork was all correct, and looking over that case file on her desk. She always had been a decent multitasker, and she figured that alternating between the task might encourage some fresh ways of thinking. A new way to crack the case.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 14, 2021 5:59:57 GMT -5
Norman & Ty Walters
Once everything had settled down a little, Norman moved back to his desk, snacking on one of the many donuts Ty had brought for him. “Mmm, these are good, are they fresh, they taste fresh, maybe only 20-ish minutes old, I’m also tasting a hint of...is that orange?” Norman asked, swallowing another mouthful as he looked up to Ty for confirmation. Ty looked at him and shrugged. “Listen, I take em, I don’t bake em,” he explained, pulling the sleeve of his jacket up over his hand. “Here, you’ve got crumbs on your face-“ he said and immediately started to wipe Norman’s face with his sleeve. In response, Norman let out a noise that Ty could only compare to a very disgruntled squirrel and whacked his hands away. “Ty, I’m at work, and I’m a grown man, stop embarrassing me,” he ordered and Ty rolled his eyes. “Yeah, okay Mister ‘I still cut off the crusts of my sandwiches’, you’re totally all grown up,” Ty commented and Norman glared up at him. Shaking his head, Ty lifted up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay fine, I get it, I’ll try not to ruin your machonness in front of your little work buddies,” he promised. Norman nodded gratefully and took another bite from his donut, shoving the remainder of it into his mouth and letting his cheeks poke out like a squirrel. “Hey, speaking of donuts, how uh...how’s he doing?” Norman asked after swallowing, immediately grabbing the second donut and shoving the entire thing into his mouth. Ty raised his brow. “You’re gonna choke and I’m gonna have to do the heimlich on you and then you’re gonna lose all your macho points,” he warned, which if anything, Norman did start to eat slower after that. “But as for your boyf-“ before Ty could say anything else, Norman quickly elbowed him, stopping him mid sentence as he looked up at him with daggers in his eyes, quickly shaking his head. While it had been inevitable to keep it secret from Ty, Norman would rather this whole “fake dating Time” scenario didn’t get out of hand, and the absolute last thing he needed was for his coworkers to think he had a boyfriend, they’d never leave him alone if they knew, and besides, this was only temporary until Time got back on his feet, then they’d fake break up on friendly terms and put the whole thing past them. Even still, the last people that needed to know was this lot of unruly heathens. Ty seemed to get the idea and nodded. “Right, anyways, I think he’s doing okay, I work different shifts than him, so I really can’t say,” Ty explained, shrugging a little, “I’ll keep you updated,” he added, pausing for a moment to look him over. “He seems like a nice guy though, a lot better than your last-“ Ty paused again. “Er, our last waiter, yeah, that guy was a jerk,” he explained. Before Norman could comment on it, Val yelled at him from across the bullpen and Ty looked at him. ”Hold on,” Norman told him, spinning in his chair to look over towards Val. “That nine won’t save you! I’m on fire, no one else could catch up this quickly and you know it!” he declared proudly. “And when I win, the first thing I’m gonna do is take that pretty bike of yours and paint it rainbow!” There, that ought to do it. Then, satisfied, he looked back to Ty with a smirk. Ty raised his brow. “If you tarnish any bike by painting it rainbow, I’m disowning you,” he joked. Norman shrugged. “Hey, it might look really cool, and then whenever I arrive somewhere, everyone will see me and know of my gayness without me even needing to say it-““WAIT-“ TJ interrupted, looking up from his computer, his donut gone. “You’re gay??? How did I not know this??” He asked and Norman looked at him in disbelief. “You know, I’m really not sure,” he admitted. He had never tried to hide it, you’d think with TJ being a detective and all, he would’ve put two and two together by now. Just then, the door to Hazel’s office opened and she walked out, making a B-line for Norman’s desk. “Ah there he is! My favorite Walters! Did you bring my donut?” She asked as soon as she approached. ”Hey!” Norman said, giving Hazel a “what gives” look. Hazel shrugged. “Bring me donuts and you could be my favorite too,” she told him simply. Ty however, just smiled and held out the last donut in the bag, a simple maple glazed. “Here you go, madam, just the way you like it,” he told her and Hazel grinned. ”You sir, are a saint,” she told him, taking her donut and looking around at the others. “Alright guys, with Tortie gone for the day, I’ve decided maybe it’s time I take a case and get back out there,” Hazel explained excitedly, a glint in her eyes. “So! Who’s got something good and wants to share?”— — — While the others went back into their usual detective-y stuff, Ty glanced around, his eyes landing on Cat again. “Hey, Norman, I think I’m gonna head out, but I’ll see you later, okay?” He said, shooting a glance back towards Norman. Norman nodded, grabbing his third donut out of the bag. “Yeah, alright, thanks for the donuts, love you,” he told him. Ty smiled and ruffled his hair. “Love you too,” he told him and casually started to head out, however he paused to look back at Cat, hoping she’d see him as he jerked his head towards the elevator, hoping she got the message. Sure he was gonna see her again tonight, but he’d take any chance he got to talk to her. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 14, 2021 10:23:01 GMT -5
Val folded her arms at Norman's comment about taking her bike and painting it rainbow. How dare he, that would be a crime against her beautiful bike.
Thankfully, Ty seemed to agree.
"Your brother is right, and obviously superior to your gremlin self." Val answered "painting it rainbow would be a crime to the bike. Not that it's relevant, because you won't be getting my bike. Taking your stuff isn't the point of winning, anyway. For me the joy will be watching you cry when you lose to me yet again."
Technically, again, this was not true. Val had lost to Norman more than once. In fact, she seemed to be in eternal state of alternating between victory and loss when it came to her competitions with Norman and Ty. A curse on House Walters.
She was glad of the distraction between Ty's visit to the precinct and her usual competitiveness with Norman, because it kept her attention away from TJ. The last thing Val needed at this point was Jules, who obviously had caught on to the crush (and happened to sit directly opposite Val), teasing her again.
But when he was right in her line of sight like that it was hard. Frustratingly hard, in fact. TJ just being...TJ was becoming such an inconvenience in Val's life all of a sudden. She really should just say something and get it over with and then she could forget about it and start being able to focus on her work properly again. Though doing so risked making everything incredibly awkward.
Hazel's entrance was enough to stop her doing anything stupid. The detective immediately stowed away the file she had been looking at, the one she couldn't let Hazel see. Thankfully, she had another one she'd also been looking over that morning. And it certainly seemed like an interesting case; exactly the ticket for a case that would please the captain.
Val didn't normally like working with a partner, usually being the person other members of the precinct tagged along with when they were in an argument with the detective they were actually meant to be partners with. Hazel, though, was one of the exceptions.
"I've got a case at a creepy old hospital, Captain," Val spoke up, picking up the case file in question "Apparently the place hasn't been recording death counts accurately or releasing autopsies, it's strange. It seemed suspicious, and then we got a report from someone whose loved one was in the hospital - apparently they died, but the death was never properly recorded."
Now, there were several reasons Val had brought this particular case up. Firstly, she knew it would interest Hazel. Secondly, this seemed like a big case for Val to take on by herself. Thirdly, Val had a thing about hospitals (and a number of other medical-related things) and she really wouldn't mind not being on her own for this one. Not that she'd ever say that.
Oh and, fourthly, she was determined to beat Norman to it in case he had a case of his own to share. After their little competitive exchange she had no intention of losing to him at anything that day. The two of them made everything into a competition; once, they'd competed on who could drink the most coffee in a day. In hindsight, it was stupid of Val to challenge Norman, of all people, on that. At least she'd beat him on the roller-chair race.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 15, 2021 6:11:56 GMT -5
Hazel Wynn
Biting into her donut, Hazel immediately swerved on her feet when Val spoke up. Creepy hospital case? Sounded interesting. “No autopsies?” She asked, brow quirked upwards. Now that was something, there was no reason to withhold an autopsy...unless you had something to hide. Nodding along, Hazel approached Val’s desk. “Seems like our doctor down at the hospital don’t want people to know what’s going on behind the curtain,” she said, smirking a little. Despite the whole bomb fiasco the week before, it had actually been awhile since Hazel had willingly took a case that wasn’t either a) life threatening and put the whole precinct at risk, or b ) something dumb involving her ex step-mother. So this was going to be fun-wait. Hazel’s eyes scanned over Val’s desk, pausing at the sight of a case file that looked sickeningly familiar. Not waiting a moment longer, Hazel reached over and grabbed it, scanning through it quickly, her brow furrowing into concern as she confirmed what she had been hoping against. “...Val, I think we should talk in my office,” she said, voice lowering into a soft, concerned voice, though it was clear that despite the tone, there was a hint of a warning laced behind her words. Taking the file with her, Hazel started off to her office, an immediate drop in her demeanor. “Bring the hospital case,” she added without looking back. This was something they needed to talk about, but even still, the whole precinct didn’t need to know what was going on, not for this. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 15, 2021 6:24:18 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
When Hazel had asked about cool cases, TJ had been more than ready to throw his hand up like an excited child in kindergarten that was smart enough to know the answer to the question “what do blue and yellow make” and wanted to share it with the whole class. Unfortunately, Val beat him to it with an equally exciting hospital case...though in TJ’s mind, his was still better. After all, you didn’t get much better than investigating a string of supposed alien abductions all from the same apartment complex. That was just cool. “Well, looks like I’ll be lonesome cowboy-ing it today,” TJ muttered quietly, getting up from his desk. “Just me and the aliens,” he added, mostly just talking to himself, though he was pretty sure Norman heard since he actually bothered to look up from his computer for a second and stare at him. “I once had a really weird dream that I was an alien prince and a cult took over the empire so my brothers and I had to flee,” he commented absentmindedly as he looked back to his computer screen. “The cult leader jumped out of a wedding cake with a whole army of killer space bees.” TJ stared at Norman for a minute, going over his words. “Huh, cool, maybe I’ll find space bees, if I do, I’ll let you know,” he promised and said a quick farewell to Norman before heading out. — — — Luckily it didn’t take him too long to get there as the complex wasn’t actually too far away from the precinct. Walking up to the door, he quickly realized this was one of those “buzz me in” type of buildings and rung the doorbell. “Yes?” Came a voice. TJ held up his badge so the camera could see who he was. “I’m detective Kaminski, I’m here to investigate the abductions?” He clarified. There was a pause and then... “Go away! Before they get you too!” TJ furrowed his brow. “What? No wait! I got a couple calls, I need to come inside-“ he wasn’t positive but he was pretty sure the door just hung up on him. ...Rude. Huffing a little, TJ folded his arms. Well, how was he supposed to get in now? Wait until some Girl Scouts came along and slid in when they did? Yeah that seemed like a good plan, he’d do that. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 15, 2021 6:48:27 GMT -5
Val nodded along with her Captain's words about the hospital case. It really did seem suspicious, and she didn't trust it at all. She didn't trust creepy old hospitals in general, but that was besides the point.
"Yeah, and it seems like weird happenings have been going on there for a while." she agreed
The place had some sort of reputation, apparently, but it seemed that what was going on then was a whole new level of weird.
That was when she saw Hazel's eyes lock onto the file she'd tried to stash moments before so she wouldn't see it. She'd been in a rush, of course she hadn't hidden it well enough. Hiding anything from Hazel was pointless anyway, the woman could be like a bloodhound sometimes. Which honestly made sense, because how on earth else would she have made Captain?
It was as if in slow motion that Val watched Hazel grab the file. Val's heart stopped for a moment, her stomach dropping as she realised what was going on. A painful knot developed in her stomach as she watched the older woman scan through the pages.
When Hazel told her they should talk in her office, Val probably should have said 'yes, ma'am' or literally any statement of acknowledgement. Nothing too familiar and friendly, since she knew she was probably about to be told off by a concerned Hazel. But she couldn't find any words, so instead just nodded.
When Hazel turned away, Val dropped her head down to the desk for a second with a quiet groan. Why couldn't she have hidden it better? Why couldn't the ground just swallow her up right then, actually? That would be way better.
Still, with a light sigh she grabbed the hospital file and followed the Captain into her office, pulling the door closed behind her so the rest of the precinct didn't hear this conversation. This wasn't for them, not even the ones who'd already been at the precinct when it happened.
"Look, Captain," Val started as she placed the hospital file down on Hazel's desk, "I know what you're going to say."
She stood in front of Hazel's desk, fixing her eyes on the wall a little behind the Captain so she didn't want to look at her. She hated disappointing or worrying Hazel, she was way more of a mother to Val than anyone else had ever been and she really cared about Hazel and what she thought of Val.
"I just look over it when I get a spare moment, try to see if I can get a new perspective on it." she explained "I know it's a cold case, and it was years ago. But I need this. The guy's still out there, and someone has to catch him. For me, for you, for Lukas."
She swallowed, her mind going back to those moments again. The fog-filled room, Lukas going down and Val knowing she only had a few moments to do something. Her memories of it were still hazy, but she remembered calling for an ambulance. Then waking up in a hospital, unable to speak and in a lot of pain.
Val had to bring this guy down. Not only for her, Hazel and Lukas. But for everyone the guy had hurt, and could hurt if he started another crime spree.
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Feathertalon
Bird Overlord
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 15, 2021 9:55:43 GMT -5
Tortie both loved and hated days off. She loved them because she could do whatever she wanted with her day and go wherever she wanted, but she hated them because it meant she couldn’t hang out with some of her favorite people, like Callie or Hazel, if they were at work. Sure, there were other people she knew that she could hang out with if she wanted, but hanging out with Callie and Hazel just hit different than hanging out with somebody else. Plus, who was going to offer them entertainment and an endless source of sexiness? It was a shame they were going to have a boring day today, but there wasn’t much Tortie could do about it.
Her lamentations over her friends and coworkers obviously hadn’t stopped her from going about her day as usual, though. She had been out exploring the city when she had come across a little shop she had never noticed before. It sold a lot of foreign cuisine and food in general, so of course she had to go right on in and check it out.
...Which was why she was now walking back to her apartment complex with a bag of thirty fried tarantulas and currently snacking on one.
She was just getting started on her second tarantula of the day when she made it to her apartment, stopping in her tracks for a moment when she noticed somebody standing outside the door. Somebody familiar...
”Thicc Juicy!” Tortie called out as she bounded over. ”What are you doing here? Miss me so bad on my day off that you needed to come see my pretty face? That’s adorable,” she mused right before taking a bite of deep fried tarantula leg as casually as somebody would take a bite out of a burger.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2021 2:45:02 GMT -5
Watching Ty enter the precinct in such a criminal way was certainly amusing to watch, even if Cat felt a tinge bit bad for TJ who had no background information on the man entering. It was difficult to deny that it wasn't amusing to watch in any case.
She leaned forward in the seat she had taken during the chaos as Ty approached her desk with donut in hand. She couldn't really help the laughter that escaped as it took him a few tries to get her name right. There was a smile on her face as she took the donut, and as he continued it out with that ever so sweet phrase that had her blushing. "I'm certainly glad I'm memorable," she responded sweetly, before watching as his attention turned to the other conversations at hand.
She watched as TJ was updated about Ty's "cool Walter" status all around and the two Walters in station have a chat all the while taking a couple bites of the gifted donut. As Ty said his goodbye to his brother, Cat watched as he signaled to her. She gave a light nod despite already being on her way of standing up and heading over to elevator with a generalized, "I'm gonna take a break right now," towards whomever actually cared.
As the elevator threatened to close, she made a move to keep it open for just a second longer and join Ty in. "Hope you don't mind if I pop in," she said with a small smile.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 26, 2021 2:45:19 GMT -5
Jules was suffering. He let out an audible groan as Val managed to lay claim on the Captain. Then, TJ had gone off and Jules was left forsaken, alone, staring at horrible, horrible case he wanted absolutely nothing to do with.
Oh, he was grateful for the temporary distraction that Ty had brought- donuts and TJ freaking out over said man. But, even as he tore off one of the little sections of the twist, it couldn't distract him from the fact the first and most obvious case on his desk was that of one horrible, terrible, absolutely disgusting sewer case. He merely had to look at the singular few words on it before inwardly screaming- oh it took a lot of effort to not make it so utterly vocal.
There was one thing to do.
He dramatically tossed himself towards N's desk with some very light wailing, case file in hand. "N! You wouldn't believe this! Somebody assigned me a case in the sewers, N, the sewers!"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 26, 2021 4:12:34 GMT -5
Hazel Wynn
Hazel raised her brow when Val explained her reasoning, a hand pressed against the file as she placed it down on her desk, eyes locked on the detective across from her. It had been awhile since she had last gazed upon this case in particular, for Hazel this case represented perhaps the worst failure she had ever had as captain, she hadn't been working the case, however as captain she took any and all disasters as her own personal failures and this...this was the biggest one yet. Sighing, Hazel tore her eyes away from Val and sat down at her desk, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “Val...” she started, voice soft. “I know this case is important to you, you have no idea how much I’d love to solve it myself and to...” she trailed off. What was she supposed to say? That it was worth it? That what happened to Lukas was worth it so long as the case got solved? No amount of cases solved, no matter how many bad guys they put away, none of it would amount to what happened to Lukas. “The point is, if there’s anyone in this entire precinct that understands where you’re coming from, it’s me,” Hazel explained slowly, fidgeting slightly in her seat as she eyed the case. She paused for a moment or so before the tension dropped from her shoulders and she returned her gaze to Val. “However even if something in this case opened up again, I wouldn’t give it to you,” Hazel admitted. “You’re one of my best detectives, Val, but this case?” Hazel picked up the file, showing it to Val. “This case is too close to you, it’s too personal, you’re right, someone has to catch him, but that someone isn’t you,” Hazel looked at her, gaze softening. In a lot of ways, Val was like a daughter to her, she knew Val didn’t exactly have family to go home to at the end of the day and because of that, Hazel had done what she could to fill those shoes for her, but this wasn’t something she could hand over to her, no matter how much Val wanted it. “You don’t need this, all you’re going to do by looking at this is bring back bad memories,” she warned her as she placed the case file back down on her desk. “I’ll be keeping this case here now, locked away and out of reach until further notice, okay?” |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 26, 2021 4:28:32 GMT -5
TJ Kaminski
Okay, TJ was gonna be honest here, the last thing he expected when he took this case was to see Tortie and for her to refer to him as “Thick Juicy” which TJ assumed was because she didn’t know that “TJ” actually stood for Timothy James, which most people didn’t know, most people assumed that the “J” in his name was for being a junior or something like that, like Timothy Jr, but that just seemed even more gross to him than Timothy James, so hey, maybe Tortie was onto something here and Thick Juicy was the superior name choice, he’d have to consider that. But anyways. Smiling, TJ waved over at Tortie. “Hey there Tortula, whatcha doing here? I mean, I know why I’m here, I’m working a case, but you-“ TJ suddenly stopped as something occurred to him and his eyes widened, instantly he let out an excited gasp and flapped his hands like some sort of idiot. “You live here don’t you? You live in the alien complex!” He practically screamed. “Are you one of the people that have been abducted? Nah you would brag about that at work if you had been abducted by aliens, I mean, come on, that’s just too cool not to brag about, amiright?” He asked, a large grin plastered across his face as he looked over at Tortie. TJ had been an avid alien fan ever since he was a child and was first introduced to Star Wars and Star Trek, and he knew that if he ever got abducted, he would brag about it to all his friends, all his coworkers, and literally anyone that would listen. ”So, think you can bust me into this place? I’ve been trying to get in for ages and they won’t let me, my current plan was to wait for Girl Scout back ups,” he explained with a casual shrug. After all, no one refused entry to a Girl Scout. |
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 26, 2021 4:40:50 GMT -5
Ty Walters
Ty smiled as Cat slipped inside the elevator, doors closing behind her. “I don’t mind at all,” he commented, the smile never leaving his face, and once the doors had successfully closed and the two of them were now alone, TJ relaxed slightly. ”I missed you,” he told with a dopey grin on his face. “We’re still on for tonight, right? Because I got Boston Waldo to stay over at Niko’s tonight and I finally got all the cat hair off my one nice suit and it would be a shame if I didn’t get to look devilishly handsome in it tonight,” he explained, smirking. ”Not that I don’t always look devilishly handsome, that’s just a given, but I gotta tell you, typically the only times I get to wear an actual suit are pet funerals from clients-“ ah the joys of a side business in pet photography. “And those are naturally, kind of a downer and people don’t usually point out how hot you look in front of someone’s dead pet.”Well except that one time, but to be fair, it’s what the elderly, horny, humps-Ty’s-leg-literally-every-single-time, Corndog would’ve wanted. |
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 26, 2021 5:04:26 GMT -5
Val stayed silent at first as she listened to the captain speak. She was right, Hazel really did know exactly how Val felt about this case. It still hung over both of their heads, Valentina knew that much. It had been the worst moment of Val’s career, and she felt incredibly guilty for what had happened to Lukas. It just didn’t seem fair to her that she’d gotten off with only a scar on her neck and some (now healed) chemical burns while Lukas hadn’t gotten off anywhere near as lightly.
The captain understood, at least there was that.
But the captain’s next words... well, Val knew they were right. It would be idiotic for any captain to allow a detective to work a case they had this much personal stake in. Yes, Val wanted to catch the guy who’d hurt her all those years ago. But if she got caught and it was discovered that she was working on a case that was this personal to her? She didn’t want to think about the kind of trouble it would get her and Hazel into. And Val didn’t want to repay the kindness Hazel had shown her all these years by getting her in trouble.
That didn’t make it any less frustrating, though.
“But I-“ she started to protest before catching herself. Hazel was right, she knew she was. What exactly had Val planned to do if she managed to find out where the guy was, anyway? Take him down on her own? No, it was best she listen to her captain in this one. It was yet another time Val had gotten herself drawn into something she shouldn’t.
Besides, she’d caused Hazel so much stress and worry just be the fact that she was working on this case. She wasn’t going to make that worse.
Fine,” she sighed, folding her arms as she looked at the woman across the desk from her “but if something comes up in that case and you give it to one of the others, tell them to talk to me. They’re going to find out what happened in the last investigation anyway and I’d rather they hear it from me.”
She didn’t want them reading about what happened to the last two detectives who tried to catch this guy and figuring out Val was one of them. She’d rather tell them herself, then at least she had a little control. Surely Hazel would allow her at least that much. She wasn’t asking to be part of the case, but if one of the others had to find out what she’d gone through she would much rather it be from her than reports or hospital records.
Still, it was time to change the subject and talk about literally anything else than that awful case. She nodded towards the hospital case file, hoping at least to draw the Captain’s attention to the interesting case that was at hand. This one wasn’t cold at the very least.
“Anyway, we’ve got a hospital to investigate.” she pointed out
Yeah, hospitals weren’t Val’s favourite place for exactly the reasons of that last case but at this point she really didn’t care. She’d take anything over bringing up bad memories for both herself and Hazel.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 26, 2021 5:54:28 GMT -5
Hazel Wynn
Good, she was dropping it. Hazel didn’t want to have to use her stern voice here, though she would’ve if she thought she had to, luckily Val was cooperating and Hazel appreciated that. “I’m glad we have an understanding,” she started with a nod of her head as she opened up the bottom drawer of her desk and slid the case into it, locking it afterwards. “If there’s ever a reason to open the case back up, I’ll be sure whoever has it talks to you about it, you have more valuable information than a file could ever have anyways,” Hazel agreed, eyes glancing back towards the drawer. She’d have to watch herself as well, Hazel had kept that case away from her for a reason, and now it was closer than it had ever been. Pulled out of her thoughts by the mention of a hospital, Hazel shook her head and forced herself to look away from the drawer, instead returning her gaze to Val. “Right, fill me in on it, what are we working with?” She asked, glad to have a distraction from their previous conversation. Now they could work on a case they could actually solve. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 27, 2021 9:43:22 GMT -5
Already the day was starting off with a handful of dramatics. It was nothing new, this was something that happened daily with this bunch, and N was more than used to it by now. Honestly he would be more surprised if a day didn’t start off with dramatics. He’d be worried too, concerned that if nothing was going on then that meant something was wrong. A day without dramatics wouldn’t be a good one, N realized that, so with everything happening so far it meant that his coworkers were feeling like their typical selves and that was a good thing.
It wasn’t long before the dramatics made their way over to him in the form of Jules tossing himself over onto N’s desk, a case file in hand and a miserable whine coming from him as well.
The sergeant looked at Jules, getting an answer for his dramatics not long after his display of anguish. ”A sewer case?” He asked, an eyebrow raising in curiosity. ”What’s going on down there?” He honestly wanted to know, and without a current case for him to focus on, he could potentially see if Jules would want some company down in the underground of Brooklyn. It would be nice to go back on a case with him, after all, and even if the sewers weren’t a particularly fun place to be, N was curious about this and eager to find out what was going on.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2021 6:25:10 GMT -5
Val was pleased that Hazel now seemed happy to drop the whole cold-case situation. It was a lot for both of them to deal with and she didn’t want to admit to Hazel that she wasn’t over it, that she didn’t think she’d ever be. It was easier to just keep that stuff to herself. And it was certainly for the best that Hazel had taken the case from her. Maybe she wouldn’t be tempted that way.
When Hazel asked about the hospital case file, Val recited off all the information she could remember about it off the top of her head.
“The place already has a bit of a reputation because it’s kind of old and creepy,” she began “and then we got a report from a man whose sister died in the hospital. The illness had taken an unusual course so they’d said they’d do an autopsy. But it wasn’t done and there was no record of the death at the hospital either. It turns out this woman wasn’t the only one, but the hospital hasn’t been releasing autopsies or recording deaths properly for quite some time now.”
That was big stuff. Deaths has to be properly recorded, and the biggest issue was what the hospital was hiding, which brought Val onto her next point.
“The doctors at the hospital don’t seem very friendly and they’re not willing to talk to us about the situation, it would seem,” Val continued “but it really seems like they’ve got something to hide in there and I don’t know what. But if they’ve got something to do with the deaths of their patients? It would make a lot of sense.”
She didn’t know that for sure. Of course she didn’t. But she had theories. Maybe they were bumping off patients to free up beds so they could make more money, or maybe they were getting rid of patients whose families weren’t able to pay for treatment. She wasn’t sure, but it seemed like something was up and she didn’t like it one bit.
There was no reason not to release the autopsies unless there was something incriminating there. There was certainly no reason not to record deaths properly. Something didn’t feel right about this hospital and its staff.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2021 6:43:31 GMT -5
After both rescuing her clothes from the microwave and finishing the donut Ty had brought her, Callie had headed to her desk to start the day. She really probably should get some work done, as boring as it was not having Tortie around to cause chaos with.
So she sat down at her desk and pulled the nearest case file from the top of the pile of current open cases, scanning through it. It wasn’t long before her face lit up as she read over the pages.
The first thing she did was look around for her partner, Cat. Unfortunately she was nowhere to be found at that moment, and Callie was so excited by this case that she couldn’t contain herself. So she just had to tell the closest person, who just so happened to be Roswell. The other detective sat directly across from her, which meant he had no escape from Calliope’s usual chaos. Unfortunate for him, really, but fun for Callie.
“RoswellRoswellRoswellRoswell,” she started excitedly, passing the case across to him “look at this!”
Cases were usually so boring. Someone had usually just stolen something from someone else, and that was on an exciting day. Sometimes someone had just lost their grandma or been caught doing graffiti. But this was really something different.
Her eyes shone as she leaned closer to Roswell. This wasn’t a big case, she supposed, but it sure looked interesting at the very least. And she needed interesting to keep her (in)sane on a day without Tortie. Distractions were a must and they didn’t get much better than this.
“I got a Mothman case”
It was times like this that Callie really, really loved her job. Sure, her brother was a doctor and literally fixed people’s hearts. And Missy was a glamorous lawyer, like Elle Woods but real and way flirtier. And Lola created video games.
But this case? This case was more interesting than anything any of her siblings did. Callie was sure about that and she’d brag about how much cooler her job was until the day she died.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 30, 2021 12:44:17 GMT -5
Roswell had planned on checking out the file of open cases once finishing the doughnut Ty had brought in for him this morning, but he had been too slow to get one for himself before somebody else came up to him with a case. Usually this probably would have been something to trigger Roswell's self doubt about his abilities as a detective, but this was a time where that didn't happen and his nerd excitement got the better of him.
As soon as the word 'Mothman' escaped Callie's mouth, Roswell's attention was completely piqued.
"A Mothman case?" Roswell asked, eyes wide and clearly full of excitement as he looked at his fellow detective. "Really? I don't think there's been a reported Mothman sighting in New York since 2001..." He trailed off, thinking about the last time he had heard about the crypid potentially being spotted in the state, and while he was an avid fan of Mothman, he was a bit skeptical about the most recent Mothman sighting that had happened almost a decade ago at this point. He was a believer in cryptids and aliens and the supernatural, but he also wasn't so naive that he believed every single thing that somebody said about them. He realized that a lot of people just faked things to get money and fame, but he knew there were some reports out there that were real, and he was hoping that this case was going to be one of those real cases. There was the possibility that this was just some report made by somebody in a panic and actually was just seeing a heron or some other nocturnal, red-eyed bird, but maybe, just maybe, Mothman was taking a vacation away from his residence in West Virginia to visit Brooklyn.
Though, if Mothman was here, and if the rumors about him being some kind of harbinger of doom was true, then, well...
Okay, he wasn't going to let himself think about that. No doom and gloom today. Today was Mothman day.
He looked back up at Callie with a look of determination and excitement plastered across his visage that spoke of his need to go on this case with her. "I'm in."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 1, 2021 6:30:43 GMT -5
Hazel Wynn
Hazel listened as Val went on to explain more about the case. She’d personally never been a fan of doctors, though she was a little biased against them considering...ah well, it matter anymore, the point was that she was already suspicious of these guys. “Right, what hospital is it?” She asked, already getting out of her desk as she grabbed her keys, gesturing for Val to follow her. No use sitting around, and none of this was stuff they couldn’t discuss on the go. ”We’ll visit them and try to get access to their autopsies, if they even do them here, we should also get access to their deaths, I wanna know how many of their patients die and how often,” Hazel started quickly as she got in the elevator. “We should also learn everything we can from the families of the patients, try to figure out why they were there and how bad they were and if they noticed anything odd when they went to visit.” Chances were, if this hospital was up to something odd, someone would’ve picked up on something, and that’s where they would have to start, especially if the hospital wasn’t willing to share the information they had. |
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 4, 2021 4:32:30 GMT -5
"I missed you too," she responded softly, moving to hold his hands. Her small smile grew as he continue to talk, amusement striking as he talked about the rarity of tuxes in his life. She left out a laugh at the last comment, feeling the slightest bit bad because dead pets were depressing, and yet Ty managed to make it sound like normal conversation. She loved it.
"It certainly is a shame you only get to were tuxes on those occasions. I'm sure everyone was thinking in their head how hot you look in a tux," she responded. "Personally, I can't wait to see you in one tonight. I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 4, 2021 4:32:56 GMT -5
"A sewer case," Jules repeated, stressing every word as to get the full effect and horror of this situation out to N.
Was he being overdramatic? Well, it really depended on who was asked. To a majority of the population, yes. To the small, remaining population that just so happened to include Jules? No, absolutely not. The thing to consider here was that the sewers were for sewage. A majority of sewage came across as just off-colored liquid water. The concern was what made the water off-colored. Alongside the squishy bottom of the systems.
And yet, he supposed he'd give N more information about it. Which... required reading more than just where the incidents were occurring. So, he took was likely a very visible minute to pause, look at the case, scanning over words to get the gist of it. He opened his mouth in preparation to tell N, "It seems there is- Wait, what?" Jules couldn't be reading that right.
He scanned it over once before looking at N with squinted eyes. "Crocodiles. There is apparently crocodiles in there." He paused for another second before adding on, "When did we become animal control, N?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 4, 2021 5:11:21 GMT -5
Ty Walters
Smiling, Ty held onto Cat’s hands. “Well I’m glad to hear that because I’m gonna be real fancy tonight, so fancy that you’ll look at me and be like ‘daaang, he looks good’ and won’t be able to focus on anything else, that’s how good I’ll look,” he joked, though even though it was a joke, Ty did like to think of himself as a real looker, one of those guys that cleaned up nice...not that he was ugly when he was dirty or anything like that, he looked good in blood, sweat, tears, or a tux and those were the facts. Leaning in to kiss her, Ty stepped back afterwards, gesturing towards the door as the elevator opened again. “Okay, I gotta go, but I’ll see you tonight,” he promised, winking at her before he hurried out, excited for the evening. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2021 12:05:46 GMT -5
A sewer case wouldn't be the most pleasurable of cases out there, but a crime could be committed anywhere. Now that he was thinking about it, he was surprised they didn't see more cases that ended up taking them down a sewer - it seemed like a prime place to hide a body, or any sort of evidence. People hid bodies out in rivers and woods all the time, so why didn't the people of Brooklyn see sewers as the same? Clearly if somebody had the mind to murder they didn't care about getting dirty.
Though, maybe this was something N should keep to himself. He didn't want to be the reason sewer cases skyrocketed because people found out that it was practically free real estate for corpses down there.
These thoughts were pushed to the side when he heard Jules's disbelief about the details of the case.
N looked at the younger man for a moment. "...Crocodiles? I've heard people talking about crocodiles living down there, but it's been more of a myth, there's no proof beyond rumors." N was sure there was something down there, something that would cause enough disruption to get a case going, but...
"I suppose we became animal control after the goose case," N muttered dryly, thinking about how, recently, he and Detective Lachat had gone on a case that should have been simple at first, until they had come face to face with a goose out for blood. Fortunately they had been able to come out alive and stop a murderer most fowl, but apparently people had taken that case and decided to turn them into some sort of animal control. Well, anything to keep the people of Brooklyn safe, N supposed.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 17, 2021 14:20:02 GMT -5
Tortie was momentarily confused when TJ mentioned that he was working on a case here. She had stayed out most of all last night rather than staying in her apartment, but she was sure somebody would have told her that something had happened throughout the night that it would warrant a detective to come all the way here. Nobody had been murdered or anything like that, Tortie would have for sure known. There were some odd folk in this complex, but one of them being a murderer? … Eh, probably more likely than she thought. As for one of them being murdered though, that made sense. They were all weird enough to have somebody want to put a bounty on their head or something like that, weird enough to have some sort of crazed enemy that wanted nothing but their blood in a chalice to sip on dramatically by a fireplace. But surely if somebody had been killed then she would have found out by now.
She didn’t have much time to think about all of this when TJ then asked if she lived here. Now he was getting all excited about aliens and stuff like some kind of nerd, which Tortie supposed aliens were cool, there was bound to be all kinds of hot ones out there that she could easily seduce with her unnaturally sexy human body. ”Yeah, I can get you in here. They let me bring people up here all the time.” It would be a problem if they didn’t - no matter how good the free rent thing was, Tortie wasn’t sure she would be able to live here if she couldn’t bring over the occasional guest.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 18, 2021 16:55:16 GMT -5
Callie nodded excitedly when Roswell said there hadn’t been a Mothman case sighting in New York since 2001.
”September 2001, correct.” the girl nodded, barely able to contain her anticipation “Until now.”
She was so thrilled that Roswell was as interested in the case as her that she actually clapped and let out a little squeal. This was going to be a lot of fun.
“Yes!” she exclaimed “it’s all the usual stuff; dark foggy night, big humanoid creature with red eyes. We should go and interview the folks who say they saw him and see what we can find out. Maybe we can even go on a nighttime cryptid hunt.”
Callie loved anything like this kind of thing. Cryptids, aliens, creepy conspiracy theories. She didn’t necessarily believe them all, or even most of them, but they were still entertaining. It was way more fun to believe stuff like this existed than that it didn’t. She’d always wanted to go hunting for ghosts, demons or cryptids. She’d take a Mothman hunt any day of the week.
Besides, what was the creature doing in New York rather than Point Pleasant? She was interested to know.
So she was instantly grabbing her stuff together, shutting down her computer and grabbing her jacket. They were going to head out right then and there; there was no time to waste when there were cryptids to be found.
“Come on!” she encouraged the other detective “bring the case file and your doughnut.”
She would never deny him his doughnut. There were some detectives who were really serious about their work and would never eat on the job, let alone let their partners do so. But Callie was not that kind of detective. She had no rules and she’d certainly never stop another detective accompanying her on a case from doing whatever they wanted.
She was too excited. They might finally get proof of Mothman!
Knowing that time was of the essence, she was already leading the way to the elevator, trusting Roswell to follow.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 18, 2021 17:33:31 GMT -5
Hazel seemed to want to walk and talk, which Val was more than happy to do. She liked efficiency when it came to her cases so this was ideal, really. Val didn’t often like working with a partner, feeling it dragged her down too much. Hazel was very much an exception to that rule.
“Westview General.” she answered when Hazel asked about the hospital.
She nodded along with the Captain’s words; it really seemed like a good plan. They had to be meticulous about this, make sure they built up a good case. This was a big allegation and they were going to need enough evidence before they did anything. If anyone could do this, though, it was Val and Hazel.
However, the more the detective thought about it, the more she realised she didn’t like the thought of this case much at all.
“I’ve got a bad feeling about this one, Captain. Something feels really fishy.” the woman said “I think we’re going to need some help. We need someone we can trust and has enough medical knowledge to understand the doctors and know they aren’t lying.”
Val didn’t know the first thing about medicine. They could lie straight fo her face and she probably wouldn’t catch that anything was awry. They needed someone on their side, someone who could help them figure this out. Maybe the medical examiner? It could work, but they were always swamped as it was with their own work and Val wasn’t sure they could justify dragging them away from their current caseload.
Still, there had to be someone. Maybe Hazel had a friend she could call in a favour with. If not, Val thought she might have heard Callie mention her friend being a nurse. But she’d really rather not owe Callie any favours if she could help it. God forbid that happen. Val didn’t like owing anyone anything, but that was a special rule with Callie and Tortie.
There simply had to be a better option.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 21, 2021 12:02:59 GMT -5
This case was beyond exciting. Even if this turned out to be a bunch of people getting scared over nothing, it was still a Mothman investigation, and the results wouldn't change that fact. Roswell didn't mind if it turned out that the culprit was just a heron or some guy dressed up in a really fancy costume, he was just thrilled at the fact that he was going to investigate something that could potentially lead him to one of the most famous cryptids out there.
In his excitement, he almost forgot about the doughnut he had been given earlier if not for Callie mentioning something about it He wouldn't want to forget that, especially not after Ty had been so kind as to bring him one. "Alright," he called out as he grabbed both the case file and his doughnut. "Let's go find ourselves Mothman!" With that he followed after Callie. Honestly, this was probably the most excited he had been about a case in a while; not that he didn't enjoy his job, he did, he just also never expected to merge his job with one of his other favorite subjects.
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