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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Nov 27, 2019 14:40:56 GMT -5
At Roswell’s words, Norman have a halfhearted smile. The situation wasn’t ideal, it was all his fault, and he still wasn’t sure how they were going to get out of this mess, but he had to admit that if anything else, it was nice to know there weren’t any hard feelings between them. Despite all odds, in a weird way, Norman did actually consider Roswell to be his friend, and it was always better to talk things out with your friends, listen to them when they had concerns, even if those concerns didn’t exactly paint you in a good light...which wasn’t what was happening here, but Norman would’ve understood if Roswell had been upset with him, he’d been a jerk.
Scooting over to him slightly, Norman lightly and jokingly punched his shoulder. ”Yeah don’t let it get to your head, I’m not about to make a habit of doing this sort of stuff,” he told him, gesturing vaguely around him as if to emphasize that “stuff” was all of this; getting trapped, being at fault for their predicament, apologizing - although the should do that more - and being all...open about feelings and all that stuff.
Sighing, Norman leaned back against the wall, head pressed against the cold surface as he looked up at their surroundings, placing his hands across his knees. ”Now if only we could get out of here...” he muttered under his breath.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 27, 2019 20:22:10 GMT -5
Despite everything Roswell honestly did find Norman to be a friend. Why wouldn’t he? Overall he enjoyed the other man’s presence and found him to be interesting, there never really was a dull moment with the other detective. But even then that didn’t mean he enjoyed pushing Norman like he had, and he was glad Norman had mentioned something about how he was always the one that needed to get things right, how everybody expected him to be perfect, because Roswell did that. He also put Norman on this high pedestal of perfection that nobody should be placed on, and being called out on that...it was nice. It made him feel like a jerk, but that was part of the process of bettering himself. He could take those feelings and make something with them. He could change his behavior, which was what he was going to do, and become a better person and even make his friendship with Norman even better.
Laughing wasn’t something he expected to be doing in this predicament, but here he was, laughing ever so faintly at his partner’s words and light punch against his shoulder. ”Darn, I was hoping to see a more apologetic Norman for the rest of our lives,” he teasingly shot back.
The mood quickly turned after that. Roswell let out his own sigh, looking around the room with no hopes of finding a single thing. There had to be a way Gale had gotten out, but where was it? There had to be something, Roswell just wasn’t sure where. It wasn’t like the guy could have just poofed out of existence like some magic trick. Unless he was some kind of magical being that had manifested into existence to trap and then kill the two, but the odds of that were...well, maybe they were higher than Roswell would like to admit.
As these thoughts continued in his head, Roswell glanced up at the ceiling, leaning his head up against the wall. That’s when something caught his attention and, for a second, he thought that maybe the light was playing a trick on him. He squinted and glared up, yet nothing had changed.
”Hey,” he started, reaching out and nudging Norman to grab his attention before pointing toward a spot in the ceiling. ”Doesn’t that seem a little...off colored to you?” He asked slowly. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe that part of the ceiling just had older paint on it or something, but it seemed duller in color ever so slightly, and it seemed a bit...off. Just enough that it was barely noticeable but somebody could spot it if they needed to.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Nov 30, 2019 17:43:20 GMT -5
Callie had been entirely ready to get behind the strippers idea until N shot it down, in response to which she booed him very loudly. But in response to Tortie’s themes question, Callie hummed for a moment before her face lit up.
“Okay, well personally I still think superheroes could work. But if not we have a few options. Old Hollywood/Oscars? Masquerade? Pirates? Villains? 80s? 20s?”
Suffice it to say she had more than a few potential ideas for this, and after her question she looked excitedly between her two friends.
“What do you think? Any of those jump out at you?”
Hopefully the theme wouldn’t be too difficult to decide on, because that was only the start for all the prep they would have to do for this party.
They didn’t really know TJ well enough yet to know exactly what kind of thing he’d like, though she got the impression he would be more into the superheroes or else the pirates or villains. Still, it wasn’t easy since TJ had only arrived that day.
It took all of her party planning skills to be able to work under these conditions.
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Post by Feathertalon on Nov 30, 2019 20:50:21 GMT -5
Deep in thought Tortie didn’t even realize she was chewing on the inside of her mouth as her nose gave a few twitches here and there. She even hummed a little tune, thinking about themes that could be used. Strippers were, sadly, out of the picture, but surely there had to be a wide assortment of other ideas out there. Honestly, for as much as she partied and went out, Tortie didn’t have a lot of experience being the one to throw a party. She just...sorta showed up to parties, invited or not. The best party she had gone to she had just sort of walked in without an invitation, but after enough booze had been passed around from person to person and after she may or may not have started up a game of strip karaoke - the person who lost the round had to get rid of an article of clothing - she had become the life of the party. Somehow she had won, but that didn’t stop her from stripping by the end of it all.
Anyway.
Callie’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. She gave a little bounce in her seat, no longer thinking about the dull pain still throbbing in her arm. ”All those sound so fun,” Tortie drawled out, voice almost a whine. Usually she could make decisions pretty quick, but all the options Callie threw out sounded fun. ”Masquerade sounds fun, but there’s not enough people to really make it a surprise of who’s under the mask,” she pointed out, doing what she could to thin down the options. ”Now villains would be really cool, you don’t see that theme, like, ever, and there could be really cool costumes! Pirates...we could do that one if we really get to throw somebody overboard, and by overboard I mean toss them out the window, but I doubt we can get away with that.” Plus pirates were known for rum and whatnot, right? And alcohol was a no go thanks to killjoy N. ”20s is a cute choice… I’d say either 20s or villains.”
It wasn’t long after she had come to her top two choices when N pulled the car into park. Tortie instantly unbuckled and opened the door, hopping out of the car with obvious excitement. ”Come on, it’s shopping time!”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 7, 2019 3:14:32 GMT -5
Hazel sent Lucille one last, extremely forced smile before fully exiting the building and as soon as she was sure she was out of eyesight of the older woman, she let out a sigh of relief, shoulders slouching forward as she hunched over, wiping away a drop of sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand before she leaned back and rested against the wall of the building. ”Phew, glad that’s over with, how’d you guys like your first meeting with the devil’s birth giver?” she asked, looking towards Cat and Jules with a relaxed smile.
In which, just for the record, the term “mother” was way too endearing and sweet for someone like Lucille. Hazel wore her title of “mother” with pride and she refused to let that living corpse in heels drag that honorable title through the mud. Mother was even more honorable than captain in Hazel’s book, and Lucille had done nothing but lay a couple demon baby eggs and raised them up to be their own terrible additions to society. She didn’t deserve that title.
Mini tangent over, Hazel looked back to Cat and Jules, perching a foot up against the wall. ”Anyways, I know it sucks, but if we don’t all wanna lose our jobs, we should probably find that old hag’s purse or something.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 7, 2019 3:32:19 GMT -5
Now while Norman wouldn’t claim that he had given up all hope or something stupid like that, he would admit that this entire situation seemed sort of...hopeless, and before he could think about it from any other angle, he needed a break, just enough time to clear his head and see things from a different angle, and so when that whole...touchy feely conversation with Roswell was over, Norman leaned back, letting his small body slide against the floor until he was practically lying down, feet against the wall and head where his feet should’ve been, his hands knitted together and placed gently on his lap as he looked up at the ceiling.
He was about to close his eyes for a second and probably spend the next couple minutes trying to figure out when Gale would be back for them - specifically so they could maybe fight him for their freedom...it probably wouldn’t work, but it was worth a shot - when Roswell spoke up.
Norman’s emerald green eyes fluttered open as he looked up to see what exactly Roswell was talking about, and that’s when his eyes landed on the patch of ceiling that did in fact look a bit different from the rest of the ceiling.
He frowned thoughtfully, staring at it for a moment or so longer before scrambling up to his feet, walking until he was directly under it. He kept his gaze on the ceiling, looking it over a little longer before beckoning Roswell over with a wave of his hand. ”You’re right, it does look different,” he mused and paused for a second, glancing at the door and then back at Roswell, and then finally up to the ceiling.
Maybe...
Maybe Roswell was on to something here.
Norman glanced around one more time before sighing, quickly realizing that neither of them were tall enough to reach the ceiling on their own.
Turning to face Roswell, Norman sent him a look. ”Alright, this is what we’re going to do, you are going to lift me up, I’m going to try and open that, and we are never, ever going to talk about this to anyone else, or even bring it up again for that matter,” he explained, stressing the point that this was something he did not want shared with the world. ”We take this to our graves and beyond, got it?” He asked, staring down Roswell.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 7, 2019 5:19:10 GMT -5
Maybe he was just seeing things. Roswell was sure his eyes were playing tricks on him, that the lighter tile in the ceiling was just some cruel joke his mind was playing on him in his desperation to get out of this room and situation alive.
He would have continued to think it was all just his mind tricking him had it not been for Norman agreeing with him. Roswell deflate ever so slightly, body losing a touch of tension that it had gathered in the moments between his words and Norman’s response.
It wasn’t long, though, that his own worries on the fact that neither of them were tall enough to reach the ceiling entered his mind. There wasn’t a single thing in the room that they could use as a stepping stool or ladder, and while Roswell liked to think he had the jumping abilities of a rabbit, he doubted he’d be able to get anywhere by hopping up. Part rabbit, or even just part rabbit onesie, or not, he wouldn’t be able to do anything worth while.
As Norman then went over the whole “don’t speak of this to anybody else” plan, Roswell nodded. ”Roger that,” he replied before adding a quick, ”So, uh, last time I tried lifting somebody up it didn’t go so well, but...” But he wasn’t going to not try. This was probably their only way out and Roswell couldn’t fail them both now.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 7, 2019 17:12:36 GMT -5
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Regarding the entire thing, Jules had very firmly decided he didn't like the woman. It was the aura of a rich woman who believed herself to better than anything. Definitely someone who regarded herself younger than she actually was and was unbearable to be around. He just didn't know if she was the type to coddle her precious little demon spawn or the type to book a plane halfway across the world and leave her children behind. Well, he felt it was likely the former but apparently rich women had a difficult time being normal parents. Overall....
"She reminds me of my mother," Jules spat. Sure there was a few differences, namely parenting that Jules was willing to bet on, but he stood by the idea that if you happened to be an older woman with lots of money and deep disrespect for people, he was willing to pick a fight on whatever he could find. He looked at Hazel in disbelief, "How did you manage to survive near her for any amount of time?"
Cat nodded along, "He makes a good point, she seems rather.... spoiled? To the point we now need to search for a purse that could be anywhere because she was quite idiotic in leaving it on a random table."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 9, 2019 4:06:13 GMT -5
Norman paused for a moment to glance over Roswell. He was tall, however it was no secret that his partner wasn’t exactly...the strongest out of the bunch, however neither was Norman, he used his size to his advantage in most situations that actually called for him to physically fight, but he did try to avoid that for the most part as well. He just wasn’t as physically capable as he was mentally, and it seemed like Roswell was no different.
Shaking his head slightly, Norman took a step back. ”Don’t worry, I’m not all that heavy,” he admitted, which was true; Norman hadn’t actually made it to 100lbs yet and by now he was beginning to think he probably wouldn’t. He just couldn’t gain much weight, his metabolism burned through everything too fast. ”Now come on, Thumper, we don’t have all day and we don’t know when Gail is going to come back, just get down on yours knees and I’ll climb up onto your shoulders and then you can lift me up,” he explained and shot another glance up at the ceiling as he waited for Roswell to act.
Hopefully this worked.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 9, 2019 4:13:11 GMT -5
”Listen, the only way I was able to put up with Lucille back when Patrick and I were married, was because I did everything out of spite,” Hazel explained, practically spitting out the word “spite” as she began walking towards the parking garage. ”But believe it or not, Lucille isn’t even the worst out of the bunch,” she continued with a small shake of her head.
To be fair, it was hard to pick the worst out of a whole pack of disgusting vermin...actually vermin was far too nice, that was an insult to all the vermin in the world, who still had a leg up over the Davidson family in Hazel’s opinion.
Sighing, Hazel tried to push the thought out of her head, she had a job - albeit a stupid one - to get to.
”Lucille might not be the brightest bulb in the shed, but she’s serious about her threats, we’ll do what we can and send her on her way,” Hazel continued as she began to dig though her pockets for her keys. ”We’ll start at the boutique she was at and ask a few questions to see if anyone noticed anything, and we’ll...I dunno, we’ll figure out our next more from there,” Hazel decided, finally finding her keys as she quickly pulled them out of her pocket and twirled them gently in her hands before turning to face Cat and Jules. ”Anyone know how to get there?”
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 9, 2019 9:26:15 GMT -5
Roswell drew in a deep breath. He knew this was more than likely their only way out unless Gail did return and they somehow managed to get out due to that, but that was the unlikely scenario. More likely than not Gail wasn’t coming back for a long while - days, weeks, months, years even...meaning they had to try this or end up withering away right in this room.
He doubted his strength, he really did. Roswell wasn’t a strong person, and even Tortie could easily beat him at arm wrestling. Maybe he needed to start working out or something, that could come in handy if he ever found himself stuck in situations like this on a more regular basis, which he hoped didn’t happen. Either way maybe taking a few trips to a gym or something wouldn’t hurt. He sure could use the muscle.
Thoughts aside, Roswell made his way to stand underneath the odd area in the ceiling. Another deep breath. He could do this. Norman couldn’t be too heavy, and he was squirrely enough that hopefully climbing up there wouldn’t be that big of a deal. Once down on his knees, he physically and mentally braced himself. ”Ready when you are,” he called out.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 9, 2019 15:19:12 GMT -5
Inhaling, Norman tried to steady his ever so slightly quivering limbs from giving out on him. This could potentially end in utter disaster and probably pain for both of them, and he really wasn’t sure just how much faith he had in Roswell to be able to lift him up, but it was really the only way. Either that or Norman would have to lift Roswell up and he was positive it would not work at all that way.
Giving his head a small shake to clear his thoughts, Norman tugged his arms in and exhaled. ”Alright, and as soon as I’m on your shoulders, just stand back up, hopefully we can get this over with quick and painless,” he explained as he walked over to Roswell and began to climb up onto his shoulders. ”And remember, we tell no one about this,” he added pointed as he made it onto Roswell’s shoulders and looked up at the tile of the ceiling that just might be their ticket out of here.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 10, 2019 6:22:31 GMT -5
To be honest Roswell couldn’t help but wonder why Norman was so against letting anybody know he had climbed up on his shoulders. There wasn’t anything wrong with doing that, but despite what he thought Roswell wasn’t about to run around and talk about the one thing Norman specifically told him not to. Besides, if he did that he’d also have to tell everybody what sort of fool he had turned into as well considering he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hold Norman up for long.
”Secret is safe with-“ He never finished the words as he soon felt Norman’s weight crawling onto his shoulders. His partner wasn’t that heavy, but Roswell wasn’t used to carrying anything that weighed beyond just a few pounds. He was managing so far, but he gritted his teeth in effort and did what he could to steady himself from shaking under the weight. You can do this, just hold out long enough for Norman to check it out, he thought to himself all the while struggling under the newfound weight atop him.
Catching a moment where he could focus beyond holding his partner up, Roswell asked in a rather weak voice, ”Should I stand now or?” If he tried standing up too early it really would end in disaster, but waiting too long would ruin everything as well. He had to make see this was done right or else they could just wind up stuck in this room forever, and Roswell really, really did not want that.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 13, 2019 4:03:13 GMT -5
Honestly it was a little ridiculous to Norman to be so adamant about this part of their adventure being secret, but when you live your entire life being far smaller than the average guy, you typically need help reaching the high places a lot, and more often then not, Norman had been picked up with ease by multiple people in his life. If he was to ever prove that he was a capable, independent, serious detective, he really ought to leave out how often he needed to rely on help from others, especially if those few times he did require assistance were...embarrassing, and as Norman tried to steady himself on Roswell’s shoulders, still dressed in the ridiculous jacket Niko had brought over to him, trapped in a room with a man dressed as a rabbit, Norman couldn’t think of another word except embarrassing to explain this.
Glancing downwards, Norman made sure he was pretty well situated on Roswell’s shoulders because he gave a nod, signaling to his partner that he could get up now. ”Alright, we do this in one quick movement, okay? You push up, I search for some sort of handle or opening, and...honestly after that I’ll just be surprised if we’re still standing,” Norman admitted in a dry voice as he looked back up towards the off colored tile.
It was now or never.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 13, 2019 17:33:06 GMT -5
This was it. It was now or never. Their very survival relied on Roswell being able to successfully lift Norman up and then successfully stay standing. If he messed this up - like he did most everything else - then it could be over for them. Norman may not want to give this a second go so this was probably the only chance they had for this.
Knowing that Norman was ready to be pushed up, Roswell steeled himself for what was to come next. ”Okay,” he breathed, steadying himself and his weight combined with Norman’s. ”One...two...three!” As soon as he counted himself off he pushed forward with all the strength a man in a rabbit onesie could muster. He hoped beyond everything and anything that he had managed to do this right and that Norman could figure out what was up with the tile in the ceiling, but it wasn’t long before Roswell could feel himself straining more than he had been, and it wasn’t long after that when he felt himself begin to sway despite his best effort to keep steady.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 14, 2019 2:49:07 GMT -5
In one swift movement, Norman was suddenly lifted up higher than he had been before, which meant he didn’t have much time.
Focusing on the tile on the ceiling, Norman reached his hands up to search for something, even attempting to push the tile up out of the way, however by the shaking and wavering coming from below him, it was easy to deduct that he did not have much time left.
A determined frown crossed over his visage as he scrambled to find something, anything that might help them out, and just as he felt his body begin to tilt a little too far for comfort, his hand managed to find a small latch hidden discreetly on the tile and he quickly pulled it out, causing the tile to fling forward and narrowly miss hitting him in the head.
From there, came a ladder and Norman instantly reached out for it and without giving it a single thought, he leapt off Roswell’s shoulders and jumped right onto the wooden ladder.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 14, 2019 10:39:06 GMT -5
Somehow - somehow - luck had been on his side.
Roswell managed to stay standing on his feet long enough for Norman to get a grip on the ceiling. It wasn’t long before his partner actually found a latch and opened it up, revealing a wooden ladder that had been tucked away inside the ceiling this whole time. Relief flooded over Roswell, a tightness that had been blanketing over him coming off of him. ”You did it! We can-“ The next words never left his lips for as soon as Norman jumped off of him his balance finally gave up. Unable to hold himself up Roswell stumbles and fell backward, landing in the floor on his back with a loud rush of air escaping him.
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Post by CreamCrow on Dec 14, 2019 23:40:26 GMT -5
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Dear God, if she wasn't the worst of them, Jules had plans to avoid all of them forever.
Still, other things did take precedence and continuing to complain about a horrible old woman who lost a likely horrible purse. But... he could something of complain about the horrible boutique as, "Well, I hadn't been lying about the story earlier. Much to say, give me the keys and I can drive our butts out to that horrid little place."
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 17, 2019 17:59:28 GMT -5
“Hmm, I say we go 20s,” Callie agreed with a smile “it’ll be easier to get decorations and stuff for that.”
She was pretty excited, and so when the car stopped she rushed out eagerly, making a beeline for the stores alongside Tortie.
“I love shopping,” she grinned before looking at Tortie “with our combined shopping abilities, we’re almost too powerful.”
Callie was so excited for this, they really did need to be stopped. The woman knew a store that would stock some party stuff, at least enough for them to make a half-decent start in terms of decorations. They’d still need lots of other stuff like food and music, but this place would be a good first step.
“Okay,” she said when they got inside “we need at least some balloons and basic party supplies. Since the theme is 1920s, anything Art Deco style would be perfect. And black, gold and white stuff would work.”
There was bound to be some good stuff for decorating the party venue in here. Balloons, banners, confetti, streamers. They weren’t really working with a whole ton of space
so the sensible option would be not to buy too much, but since this was herself and Tortie she was talking about, she didn’t see that happening. Neither of them exactly knew the meaning of the phrase ‘less is more’. Besides, they did need a lot of stuff. Paper plates, a tablecloth for the buffet table, maybe some wall decorations. Probably some bunting.
Still, it wasn’t long before she got her hands on some black, gold and white balloons and was looking at a pack with little white feathers inside. She wasn’t sure what she’d do with them yet, maybe scatter them on the tables or something, but they worked well with the theme.
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 17, 2019 21:34:49 GMT -5
If there was one thing Tortie was good at it was shopping. She was also good at keeping up conversations and partying and having fun and just being an overall awesome human being, but that was beside the point right now. She could dive into all that stuff later, but for now she really did need to focus on the task at hand. If the new guy didn’t get an amazing welcome party then both she and Callie had failed their job, and when it came to parties there was no way the two of them could fail. And N, he was a part of this as well, but he kinda sucked and was old. Tortie doubted he had even been to a party in his life. Maybe he had had a few birthday parties before, but thinking about it Tortie doubted birthday parties had been invented when N had been young. He was ancient, and by the time he was too old for birthday parties was probably when they had first been invented by some white, suburban soccer mom for her spoiled brat of a son probably named Bradley but spelled Brahdleigh or something like that. That seemed like a soccer mom thing to do.
Now back to N, though. Speaking of the older man, Tortie turned her gaze to look over at N who was making his way over to the two girls. At the sight of N a thought crossed Tortie’s mind, and for once the presence of him put a smile on the young woman’s face.
”Hey, you were around for the 20s, you know exactly what we need!”
”I’m not-“
Tortie reached over and put a hand on N’s face to shut him up, his expression already annoyed at her antics. ”Shhhh, we know you’re older than the 20s, it’s okay. Hey, Callie!” Tortie called over to her friend as she walked into the store. ”I think 20s was the right choice, we got an expert here with us.” She dramatically pointed over to N, chest puffing out as a wide grin of pride spread across her face.
N let out a slow sigh, hand coming up to rub his forehead. ”I wasn’t around for the 20s, Tortie.”
”Mmmm, I doubt that.” Before N could respond Tortie shrugged and walked off, looking around the store for anything that caught her attention or just looked like it would work with a 20s theme. It wasn’t long that she spotted silly string on a nearby shelf, and instantly she grabbed a bottle into her hand and rushed over to where Callie had gone. ”Psst, Callie, silly string!” She held out the bottle and shook it, grin on her face still. A party wasn’t a party until there was silly string after all.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 24, 2019 3:25:04 GMT -5
Now what Norman was doing probably wasn’t the smartest move, however despite being one step ahead the general majority, somehow Norman forgot a few very important things, like thinking and common sense, so him thrusting the entirety of his small body at the wobbly ladder that fell from the ceiling was quite honestly, very in character for him.
Clutching as tightly as he possibly could to it, Norman wrapped his arms and legs around the ladder, eyes wide as it slowly extended out until he felt his body softly land on the floor.
He paused, glancing around for a moment or two to let the situation catch up to him before he quickly got up to his feet, letting go of the ladder as he dusted off his clothes and cleared his throat. ”There, now that wasn’t too hard now, was it?” He asked casually, acting as if nothing had happened as he looked up the ladder. ”Come on, let’s see where it goes,” he encouraged Roswell and without a second thought, he began to scale up the ladder.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Dec 24, 2019 3:31:00 GMT -5
Nodding to Jules, Hazel tossed the detective the keys. ”Right, lead on then Detective Balcazer,” she told him, guiding the two of them to her car; which was a simple yet sleek black Echo, an old, commuter car that was far from the fanciest looking vehicle on the lot, however Hazel rather liked it. It was practical, reliable, and frankly, by now it was part of her family.
So much so that she had given it a name.
Vortex.
...you know, because it was black and black cars deserved cool names and you couldn’t get any cooler than Vortex, obviously.
Anyways.
Once they had reached her car, Hazel leaned against it, nodding to her detectives. ”Let’s hope we can get this over with quickly,” she stated before hopping into the car.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 27, 2019 3:18:27 GMT -5
When Tortie shouted over to Callie about N having been around for the 20s, the detective laughed and went along with it.
“Of course,” she said “I almost forgot we had a true expert in our midst. Hey, N, you’ll have to teach us the dances.”
She was laughing along with Tortie but a few moments later the blonde bumped into N and decided to talk to him while Tortie was off being a whirlwind of chaos.
“A word to the wise,” Callie said to him “Tortie won’t stop if she keeps getting a reaction out of you. And if you keep being so boring. Come on, lighten up! We’re shopping for a party.”
That was genuine advice about how to deal with Tortie, and Callie should know. Not only were the two girls really similar, but they’d went out for a little bit a while back. Callie knew how to deal with Tortie probably better than anyone else in the precinct, and vice versa.
With that advice, Callie headed off to look at streamers and banners. She’d just seen some ones that might be good when Tortie came rushing over, shaking a can of silly string.
“Ooh, let’s buy a few cans. Then we have a can for the party and a couple of extra cans for us to have a silly string fight,” Callie suggested excitedly
She grabbed the banner and the streamers she’d been looking at and then headed over to the buffet supplies, where they had things like paper plates, napkins, plastic cutlery. It wasn’t too hard to find black and gold napkins and plates, and there was even a tablecloth for the buffet table that had an Art Deco pattern. Even better. They had all the essentials now so once they’d picked up any extra decorations they wanted, Callie figured they should move on.
“Once we buy these, we should focus on music and food,” Callie suggested to the others as she headed for the checkout “I’m sure it won’t be hard to get a bunch of party food, and I could probably download a bunch of music onto my phone within five minutes given a decent WiFi signal.”
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Dec 27, 2019 4:43:36 GMT -5
It was hours later when Val and TJ returned to the precinct. The young detective looked a little dishevelled, her dark hair coming a little out of its ponytail, and she looked tired and a little shell-shocked to be honest. TJ didn’t look that much better. It had been a pretty chaotic day for him, Val guessed.
“What’s wrong with you?” Val heard somebody say as they entered the bullpen
“We thought it was the ex husband, it wasn’t the ex husband,” Val murmured “and then the perp ran and we had to tackle him. Turns out he also plays football, it was a nightmare bringing him down. And then TJ screamed the entire bike ride back here.”
With those words, though, Val headed over to the whiteboard with the arrest numbers, changing hers to 82 and passing the pen to TJ so he could change his to 48.
“Go on, it’s your first arrest in the 99,” she said “you should change the number.”
Still, she was pretty happy to be tied with Jules now. She didn’t want to lag behind. Though she suspected that Jules would probably return with a new arrest that day as well, so he’d still be ahead. Oh well. Val would get ahead eventually, she had to because she really wasn’t psyched about the idea of losing her bike in this bet.
That was when her phone pinged, with a message from Callie
Hey, boo, you’re cordially invited to the awesomest welcome party ever for the new guy. We’re having it at the precinct (I should hope you all know where that is) tomorrow night. Be there at 6:30 PM, and come in 20s outfits! N said no booze but BYOB and he can’t stop you. Party! 💃 🍾 🎉 🎈 🎁. Oh, also, I don’t have the new guy’s number so you’ll have to tell him about the party yourself
Oh, great. Val wasn’t normally a party person, and even though it’d probably be a good party if Callie and Tortie had organised it she wasn’t especially psyched about it, especially a 20s party. Still, it was for TJ, so she could deal with it.
She headed over to TJ, showing him the text.
“Looks like there’s going to be a party to welcome you. Callie and Tortie have organised it so it’s probably going to be crazy, but it’ll be fun.”
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Post by Feathertalon on Dec 27, 2019 17:02:26 GMT -5
Roswell --
Luckily for him the fall hadn't been that bad. He had managed to land as gracefully as he could, which at least meant he wasn't hurt. Maybe a little bruised and banged up in the morning, but fine nonetheless. It wasn't anything Roswell couldn't handle.
Once he had caught his breath he pushed himself back up to his feet, dusting his rabbit onesie off before looking up to see that Norman had been able to get the ladder down after their little stunt. A relieved smile danced across Roswell's face. "Thank goodness," he breathed, body relaxing, his shoulders giving up slack and slumping down ever so slightly against his body like some deflated balloon.
Without wasting any time, Roswell followed after Norman, grabbing ahold of the ladder and making his way up. "See, I knew we could do this. I knew we weren't really going to die in that room." Yeah right, Roswell, you were sure you were going to die in said room, don't try to cover that up.
N --
So far the shopping trip wasn't...the worst. It wasn't ideal, N had never been one to party, let alone shop for a party, but it could for sure be worse. If anything the store was still in tact, there were no fires, nothing had been broken. It was just a typical shopping trip so far, and N hoped it would stay that way. He really didn't want to have to deal with an angry shop owner all the while trying to wrangle the precinct's two most chaotic members. As long as everything stayed the way it was now they would get through this assignment without a hitch.
He had gone off to look at some of the nearby selection of party supplies and whatnot when Callie came over. He turned his attention to her, expecting something wild and crazy but instead he was met with something that was ... actually advice.
Odd coming from Callie, yet it made a surprising amount of sense. Maybe he needed to give the young woman the benefit of the doubt more often than he did. Even despite the boring comment N did have to say that Callie was right about one thing, if he kept giving Tortie the reactions she wanted that would only egg her on, and quite frankly, he didn't want to keep egging her antics on. "I suppose you're right," he responded quietly, looking over at her just before she went off to look at the streamers and banners that weren't too far off.
From where he stood he could get a good glimpse of Callie and Tortie as the other woman rushed over with a can of silly string secured tightly in her grip. With excitement she shook the can, gaze held directly onto Callie. "This party is going to be awesome!" Tortie chirped, practically skipping back over to the aisle she had been moments before; it didn't take her long to rush back over, arms holding as many cans of silly string as she possibly could. "You think this'll be enough?"
"That should be plenty. We probably don't need that much, but...the extra can be for your own personal use," N suggested as he walked over to join the two, heading for the check out alongside them. He nodded at Callie's comments about the food and music, non-verbally agreeing to those statements.
A low hum came from Tortie right before she asked, "Can we get a cake? Like, a really big one, with a lot of sprinkles? I'm talking a giant wedding cake almost, or at least something but that just screams celebration. Ohhh, maybe like a cake you'd see at a baby shower, I am a new mother after all." Tortie puffed her chest out like some sort of cocky bird, obviously still not ready to let the whole rabbit thing from earlier down.
Before N said anything, though, he thought about what Callie told him earlier and kept his opinions to himself. She had been right. Reactions would only keep her going, and besides, this was a party, they deserved to have a little bit of fun if anything.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 1, 2020 1:38:30 GMT -5
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As quickly as they got into the car, they got back out. It was a decent drive to the place but, Jules was willing to pride himself on knowing directions and remembering how to get to places well enough. Still, standing outside of the car and looking around the centre was rather bland. Sure, there was some bright signs and technically cool architecture, but what did that compare when snobs were the ones visiting.
"Oh well, we're here. At the crime scene, or so we're told," Jules spoke gesturing to the place, "So Cap, are we looking for the suspects, looking around... do we need to go into the store in the first place? What's the plan?"
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 13, 2020 17:30:07 GMT -5
Climbing until the ladder finally stopped, Norman stepped out into what seemed to be a dark, dusty room. He squinted his eyes and pulled his phone out again, both to see if this place had a better signal - it did not - and to use the flashlight feature, illuminating the room before him.
It was small and a little cramped, the kind of room that made you at least a claustrophobic, with spider webs in the corners and dust on the floor.
Norman made a face. This room could use a good cleaning, it was a good thing none of his brothers were here with him, Kai might just faint...Ty too, but that was more on the fact that if this room made Norman feel kind of claustrophobic, he could only imagine what it would do to his actual claustrophobic brother.
Moving his phone around, Norman paused at the sight of a switch and quickly turned on the light, pocketing his phone afterwards. ”Gail must’ve had the ladder ready for him and climbed on up here before we entered the room,” he deduced as he walked further inside. ”There must be another door here somewhere, and that’s how he got out while trapping us down there,” he continued, guessing out loud.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 13, 2020 17:40:50 GMT -5
Honestly, TJ hadn’t put too much thought into how his first case on the team would go, probably a lot like his others, which were all...unique in their own ways, and if anything, they were all adventures that was for sure.
Today had been no different...except it was a little more chaotic than usual, and he really hadn’t expected that twist, but the important thing was that the case was complete and it had been...fun.
”That was crazy, when we were all like ‘we know it’s you, Carlyle!’ And then Mr. Davis was like ‘no, no, you’ve got the wrong guy’ and then it turned out to be the cleaning lady Anna and her boyfriend Jay who also happened to be Mrs. Davis’ cousin twice removed!” TJ exclaimed, a bounce in his step as he followed Val back into the precinct. ”I mean, who would’ve seen that coming? And they had such a good vendetta against Mrs. Davis too...” he continued with a small shake of his head, cupping his chin thoughtfully as he looked around, weirdly energized for just finishing up a pretty crazy case.
Pausing at the sight of the board, TJ’s eyes went wide as he looked from Val to the marker and then back at Val. ”Really? I...I uh, I didn’t do much...” He admittedly tentatively, reaching out to take the marker from her hands and look at it as if it was some sort of magical artifact they had just found.
Staring at it a little longer, TJ jumped in surprise when Val spoke up again, quickly looking over at her. ”A welcome party?” He questioned, brow furrowing in confusion. ”...For me?” The other precincts hadn’t done anything like this for him when he had arrived there, at most he would get a welcome card or a chocolate bar from an excited detective, but nothing like this.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 13, 2020 17:45:58 GMT -5
As Hazel stepped out of the car, she couldn’t help but frown.
The place looked exactly like the type of place Lucille would shop at, with its frilly pink decorative and perfectly posh atmosphere it was as if Lucille had thrown up all over it and from the pits of her vomit rose a little tiny seed that grew into the store-ification of Lucille itself, even from here, Hazel could imagine the story letting out a cough and insulting her clothes or her face, or some other aspect of her physical appearance, or perhaps even Lucille’s favorite: her personality.
Either way, there would be insults.
Groaning, Hazel started to walk towards the boutique. ”Cat, do a quick scan around the outside of the building, see if you can spot and purses that look like Lucille made them out of her own lizard skin, Jules, you and I will go inside and talk to a couple workers, sound good?” She asked, glancing back towards her detectives.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 13, 2020 18:10:56 GMT -5
“Right?” Val replied, and she actually smiled (not something she usually did), “the whole dramatic blood feud thing and the crazy stuff with the land deeds.”
One of the things that was liable to make Val smile was an exciting case. If it was violent and interesting then the young detective was bound to enjoy it, and this one had been no different. Plus, it had been kind of fun working the case with TJ. He was a good detective, she’s observed, and she was glad Hazel had hired him. Even though her eardrums may never recover from his screaming on the motorbike. Never again.
When he said he didn’t do anything, she shook her head.
“You were great,” she insisted “I couldn’t have solved it without you. But don’t tell the others I said that; I have a scary lone wolf reputation to uphold, y’know.”
But she wasn’t lying. She probably couldn’t have solved that one without him. She had a tendency to maybe be a little inflexible. Maybe a little hotheaded, maybe rushing into things a lot. Having someone else there that day helped, and TJ was a good partner.
His surprise about the party was kind of cute, and Val raised an eyebrow in response.
“No, for Tortie’s rabbit child,” she said before nodding “yeah, for you. You’re part of the family now, and for better or worse this family has two members who really like parties. It’s 20s themed, which means a costume. Ugh. But it’ll be fun.”
It would probably involve wearing a dress, which Val hated. She did have something that could work as a 20s suit but she’d worn it as a gangster costume one Halloween and figured she couldn’t wear it again. Especially not since Callie got chocolate on it and the stain hadn’t come out. So a flapper costume it’d have to be. It wouldn’t be so bad as wearing a dress went, she supposed. 20s dresses weren’t tight, so she wouldn’t feel constricted or anything. Plenty of freedom of movement.
Maybe she’d ask Tortie or Callie or Cat for some advice on the makeup and hair, because the 1920s look wasn’t one she was proficient at apart from maybe eyeliner. Val only really wore eyeliner, maybe some lipstick if she felt like it. But she didn’t do full makeup. Cat was probably the better option since she didn’t think it a good idea to trust Callie and Tortie with her face.
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