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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 25, 2020 1:50:47 GMT -5
Standing up a little taller, Norman reveled in their victory, after everything they’d been through today, it was nice to succeed. Smirking, he looked back to towards Gail, placing his hands on his hips, which was - albeit - a little difficult do to the fact that he was currently holding a shoe and a safe. ”See, Capella? He liked it,” he said, gesturing his head towards Roswell, as if that proved that his puns were good.
Gail rolled his eyes in response. ”Yeah whatever, can’t you just arrest me and get it over with?” He questioned, mumbling under his breath on how humiliating this was.
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After Gail had been taken care of, Norman was glad to make it back to the precinct, his foot still hurt, along with his hand, wrist, and shoulder, however the foot hurt the worst, he’d have to get it properly checked out soon since by now he was pretty sure he had done something to it.
However, pain aside, being back at the 99 felt good, especially as the doors of the elevator opened to reveal the bullpen.
TJ, who was still there at the time, glanced over as they entered, brow raised. ”What happened to you guys?” He asked.
Norman gave a casual shrug, playing it off like it was nothing. ”Oh the usual, found some stolen jewels, arrested a guy that previously murdered two other detectives, just another average day for us,” He boasted with ease.
TJ let out a small “woah” of amazement, eyes widening as he held out the marker in his hand towards Norman. ”Well I guess you’ll be needing this then, huh?” He asked.
Norman took the marker out of his hand, looking it over for a moment before shaking his head. ”Actually, it was Roswell that caught the guy,” he admitted and held out the marker for Roswell, nodding to him. ”Looks like I’ll just have to stay at 69 a little longer,” Norman explained and smiled encouragingly at Roswell. ”Go on bud, you earned it,” he told him, holding the marker up for him to take.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 25, 2020 2:57:15 GMT -5
“Yeah, I know,” Val said in agreement about the costume “I’ll have to find some stuff as well.”
But they were distracted by the entrance of Norman and Roswell. It was honestly a lot to take in; not just the bizarre clothes they wore, but also because they didn’t exactly look great. They’d definitely been in trouble, and in some kind of confrontation.
When TJ asked about what had happened she listened to Norman’s response, recognition and surprise flashing in her dark eyes when he mentioned the guy having killed two other detectives.
“You mean the guys from 43?” Valentina asked “shit, I’m impressed.”
And when TJ offered the marker to Norman, Val was surprised when he passed it to Roswell. Was this...personal growth? But still, she jumped in here, producing the spare marker from where she’d hidden it behind the board (because the original marker was bound to go missing at some point but if she kept the new one next to it, it would end up going missing too so she wanted to keep it hidden until it was needed) and passed it to Norman.
“You worked as a team,” she said “and you should both get the arrest. That’s only fair. Plus, add on an extra one each for solving a really hard and dangerous case, and for the 43 guys. You guys did great today.”
But she smirked and turned to Norman.
“Don’t worry, though, Walters,” she smirked “I’ll still crush you at these arrest numbers.”
She could tell that they had gone through maybe a little more than they were letting on today, that it had been scary. So she was trying to lighten the mood by being her usual self, and by appealing to Norman’s competitive streak, which she knew would override any fear or anything.
“Oh,” she said before continuing “if you need to do an interrogation about the 43 murders or anything else with this guy, let me know. If he hurt you guys I would be more than happy to employ some of my rougher approaches.”
Val’s interview technique was usually based on intimidating whoever it was into telling her what she wanted to know, or else doing some more cunning manipulation. But if this guy had hurt Norman or Roswell she would definitely not be playing good cop.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 25, 2020 3:21:04 GMT -5
Callie smiles when Tortie appeared with so many cans of silly string. N seemed to be open to the idea of getting that many, so Callie thought that seemed like a perfect number.
“Yeah that should be perfect!” she encouraged
As they waited in line, she texted everyone in the precinct to invite them to the party. First Val, then Roswell, then Norman, then Hazel, then Cat and then Jules. And while she did this (it took lots of time to choose the right emojis), she could hear Tortie getting very excited about the idea of a cake.
She didn’t comment on it at first, but simply bided her time until they had paid and gotten out of the shop, at which point she let N walk a little ahead so she could talk to Tortie without them being heard as they headed to but the good.
“Listen,” she said quietly “I told N you’d never stop if he kept giving you the reaction you want. Which means that we probably have a free pass on the next thing we want to buy, but one thing only. We gotta choose wisely. We have one shot, and we have to make it worth it.”
She could not undersell the importance of this. They could get whatever they wanted, but only one thing, without N stopping them. Which gave them one chance.
Of course, she was still actually giving genuine and helpful advice to N earlier; she’d seen him getting frustrated and so she told him the only way to deal with Tortie. But she was still going to take advantage of the effect the advice she’s given would have. She wasn’t stupid, you have to take a chance while you’ve got it.
Once they had all this stuff they could head back to the precinct. They’d probably be able to store the stuff in the break room, and if they put a note on the food specifying it was for TJ’s party, she was sure nobody would eat it even if it was put in the fridge with everyone else’s food. Besides, it was mainly Callie who ate other people’s food so it would probably be fine.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 27, 2020 0:23:16 GMT -5
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There was a gasp from the lady that Jules did his best to not to roll his eyes at. As much as he'd like to claim that sometimes he had self control, he really didn't. It was made too easy by this class of people to make fun of them. They were just... so fake. He hated it, shocked gasps over the fact that someone would steal something that could get a poor family a week's worth of food.
And yet, the women seemed to care about this, "Oh no! Ah, poor Lucille! Stolen, the gall of anyone to do such a thing! Anything I could do to help her, of course!" The women started to move towards away, beckoning the two to follow. He looked at Hazel and shrugged, moving to follow. Thank gosh it was possible they could get this done over with sooner than later.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 28, 2020 0:52:48 GMT -5
After the capture it didn’t take the two detectives long to get back to the precinct. Along the way back Roswell had found himself swamped with all sorts of emotions. Relief that they had made it out alive, pride that they had been able to stop Gail, but also a small tinge of guilt. Had he done some things differently or hadn’t even been there at all the case would have gone a lot smoother, Norman would have never been trapped, and his foot wouldn’t be injured. Roswell didn’t know the extent of the damage Norman has taken, but it didn’t seem broken if anything. That was a relief, but he still felt bad that his partner had been hurt in the process. Between everything though, Roswell was just glad to be alive and back.
As soon as both he and Norman stepped inside there was a lot of attention drawn to them. It made sense considering they were both disbelieved, Norman was hobbling, and they were both dressed in some outfit that wouldn’t be allowed in the office all day.
As per usual Roswell was content with just letting Norman get all the attention and rewards, but before he could turn to walk back over to his own desk, Norman was addressing him and holding out a marker along with Val bringing up the idea of letting both him and Norman mark down two arrests for the difficult case.
Roswell froze as he stared at the marker like it was an enemy. He looked it over for a while before shaking his head. ”No, Norman should get the arrest. Sure, I tackled the guy, but he would have gotten away if not for a conveniently placed hotdog stand. If you guys had been there you would have all seen how much Norman did and how much he figured out to even get us this far. If anyone deserves the credit, it’s you,” he ended on a note by looking at Norman and addressing his partner directly. It was then he reached out to push the marker back toward the redhead. Roswell wasn’t trying to play it overly humble or anything, he just didn’t see how he could possibly take the credit for this arrest. It wasn’t like the other four where he had done a majority of the work to get the guy. And sure, he was putting his career on the line here considering he had such a small number of arrests, but how could five, potentially six, give him a higher chance of staying employed? Roswell was sure the time when Hazel pulled him aside to let him go was coming, and he had prepared himself for it. He’d be disappointed and sad, but not shocked. Adding another arrest or two wasn’t going to stop that from happening, so he’d stick with the four he had and be proud he had at least gotten that far before being let go. It was the least he could do.
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See I should make an actual reply for N/Tortie, but i’m lazy, so I’ll just say N caved and got the cake and they went back to the precinct so we can get to the party started???
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 29, 2020 14:50:51 GMT -5
Hazel forced a smile, waiting for the lady to finish what was probably most definitely a fake concern for one of her frequent customers, and maybe deep down there was some level of concern there, however if there was any actual genuine worry over Lucille’s purse, it was probably because if someone did happen to steal the purse, word would spread that this was a dangerous area and no one would that actually wanted to shop here would anymore.
Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Hazel nodded at the lady. ”Great, lets go look at those cameras,” she said, rubbing her hands together as she followed the lady towards their security room.
Once inside, Hazel got herself comfortably situated on the chair in front of the monitors and sped through them, going back to the time that Lucille claimed to have been here.
Sure enough, Lucille appeared on the screen, casually browsing through the old lady dresses before gently placing her purse down to go try one on.
As stupid of a move as it was to leave her purse unattended, it didn’t seem like Lucille had even realized she had forgotten it.
Hazel watched the purse, it didn’t move for awhile and Hazel was beginning to think maybe Lucille was coming back for it.
Only...she never did, the purse stayed exactly where it was the entire time.
Making a face, Hazel swerved around on the chair to face Jules again. ”Jules, can you go check that little stand by the old lady dresses, see if the purse is still there? Because I’m pretty sure it never left the store,” she explained and nodded her head back to the screen.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 29, 2020 15:00:37 GMT -5
By now, Norman was somehow holding both markers.
He looked down at them, eyes flickering from the red one to the blue before he looked back up towards the others.
With a casual shrug, he took both markers and walked over to the whiteboard, first he changed his number from 69 to 70 with the first marker, then taking the second marker, he reached up and changed Roswell’s 4 to a 6, he stared up at the numbers for a minute before looking back to the other detectives, folding his arms as he leaned against the whiteboard. ”I don’t admit this very often, mostly because it almost never happens to me-“ he started with an easy shrug. ”But I was the reason we were trapped in that room, I didn’t think things through, without Roswell, we never would’ve gotten out, or well...we would’ve been killed and fed to a couple of pigs after a couple of days, point is, that was some real detective work you did out there today, Cuni, and I’m proud to have you as my partner,” he told him, offering the taller man a small smile.
There was a pause, and then a sniffle.
Norman turned his attention to where the noise was coming from to see TJ staring at him with a goofy grin on his face. ”That was precious, I want to hug you-can I hug you? Too late, I’m gonna hug you-“ TJ came in for a hug and Norman quickly dodged out of the way, which caused TJ to hit onto the whiteboard instead.
”Yeah, I think that’s enough of the touchy feely stuff for one day,” Norman remarked quickly, stepping away from TJ and the whiteboard, just in case he attempted another hug.
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Post by Feathertalon on Jan 29, 2020 21:54:56 GMT -5
Any other time and Roswell would have tried to argue that his number shouldn't be changed, but Norman was right. It wasn't every day that he blamed himself for something going wrong or praised somebody else. This was something Roswell just needed to accept and move on with. He could do that. As much as he really felt like he didn't deserve the two extra numbers to his arrest count, he was going to simply let it be added and go with it.
A small smile tugged at his lips as he looked over at Norman. "Thanks. You did great out there too." He kept it short and simple; they had already had one heart to heart today, and Roswell felt like a second one wasn't in Norman's plans for the day, especially now that they were back at the precinct.
His assumptions on that were proven to be correct when the whole hug scene went down. Roswell couldn't stop himself from giving a laugh under his breath, watching as TJ gave a hug that Norman soon stepped out of.
Honestly, despite getting trapped in a room, almost getting shot, and threatened to be turned into pig slop, today had been a good one. He had bonded with Norman on a more personal level and even got to somewhat prove himself to not just his partner but the whole precinct, and for that he would definitely say everything that had happened had been worth it.
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Post by CreamCrow on Jan 30, 2020 0:46:13 GMT -5
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Peering over Hazel's shoulder, Jules couldn't help but continue to squint his eyes closer and closer to the screen in disbelief. A wild goose chase. That's what this was. That horrible lady sent them here to pick up her purse because she just couldn't remember where it was or didn't want to come back. He made some kind of noise. The kind of disbelieving noise one would have discovering their cream for coffee was thrown out or that the printer screwed up the thing they were trying to print.
He sighed, nodded his head, and agreed to go outside. "Yep, no worries. I got this." He left the room, was headed across the story in order to leave this god forbidden place to get the awful little purse. Or. He would have left if not for Cat bursting through the doors with a gust of wind and glory.
Wind and glory that led to her cap tilted off towards the side, leaves and twigs in her hair, what looked to be some scratches in her outfit, and what Jules believed was a pigeon hanging upside down on her coat as though it were a bat. In her hands at least was a purse. Well. To be perfectly honest, Jules was only aware of the purse based on the fact she had screamed, "I got the purse!" as she stormed in. The rest of her was a bit distracting.
"Good job, wildcat. What else you got?" Jules said.
She looked at him confused for a moment before looking herself over. She hissed at the pigeon before attempting to swipe at it. It probably wasn't the smartest idea given she was now indoors and - ope, now there was a pigeon squawking and flying around indoors. Okay. This was time to go.
Jules headed back to the room and called for Hazel, "We can go, Cat found the purse before I got outside.... Sooner is probably better than later." He grinned and gave a little thumbs up to his boss, neglecting any of the facts on why.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 30, 2020 12:58:03 GMT -5
Val watched the entire exchange, first between Norman and Roswell, to which she had to admit she gave a small smile.
“Guys I think Norman is still missing,” she commented “I don’t know who this impostor is.”
She wouldn’t actually say it, but she was kind of proud of him, because he didn’t do the whole touchy-feely, heart-to-heart thing often. And she never commented on it, because it would be kind of hypocritical considering she was exactly the same way, but it was still nice to see when it happened.
But that was when TJ tried to hug Norman and failed, ultimately smacking into the whiteboard as Norman dodged out of the way.
“Yeah,” Val commented with a raise of her eyebrow “we’re not really huggers here.”
Well, that was a lie. They weren’t all not huggers, but in her experience a majority of the 99 didn’t particularly seem to go in for hugs. Valentina didn’t either, for several reasons. It was on the verge of unprofessional, for a start, but mostly physical contact wasn’t something she tended to find particularly comfortable. She was barely able to deal with TJ’s arms around her waist when they were on the bike.
Anyway, at that point Val turned her attention to Roswell and Norman.
“I’m sure you guys won’t have had time to check your phones yet considering everything that’s been going on, but Callie’s probably texted you. There’s going to be a party tomorrow night to welcome TJ to the 99. It’s 20s themed. And if it’s anything like the last party I’d bring an umbrella”
By that she meant that at the last party, Callie and/or Tortie (uncertain who) had set off the sprinklers and everyone had gotten soaked. It wasn’t certain to this day whether it was an accident or not, but nobody could really be bothered to find out.
“Anyway, you’d better be there,” Val said with a raised eyebrow “if I have to wear a twenties costume and everything then so do you.”
And of course, to support TJ. She did want to make sure that he settled in to the 99, and she certainly didn’t want him to be too overwhelmed because Callie and Tortie’s parties had a reputation for being somewhat unpredictable. That wasn’t something she wanted him to be on his own for.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 30, 2020 22:42:35 GMT -5
Waiting for Jules to get back, Hazel spun around in the office chair a couple times until did got dizzy.
She shook her head a little as if that would get the dizziness away, then once her head had cleared up, she placed her hands on the armrests of the chair and brace herself to spin, and with one kick of her feet she spun around on the chair, letting out a small whoop of enjoyment as she spun around, her glee stopping slightly as she spun around the room and saw a blur on the doorway.
Forcing her feet onto the floor, Hazel looked towards the doorway to see Jules, blinking in surprise as he explained that Cat had found the purse and they they really ought to leave sooner rather than later.
Clearing her throat and attempting to act more professional, Hazel flattened her jacket and nodded. ”Er right, lets go,” Hazel agreed and stood up, wobbling slightly from dizziness before she walked over.
Following Jules into the main shop area, Hazel took one look around at the store, seeing the messy state that it was in and made a b-line for the door. ”Right, questions can wait until we’re in the car, come on, let’s go,” she stated and hurried outside.
After getting back to the precinct, Hazel had called Lucille up to return her purse to her, handing it to the elderly, pompous lady with a smug smirk. ”There, your purse,” she said, holding it out to her.
Lucille eyed the purse for a minute before grabbing it with a huff. ”Well, it’s nice to see that our law enforcement is capable after all,” she declared and with a flick of her long pink scarf, she strutted out of the precinct without even looking back.
Hazel raised her brow as she watched her ex mother in law leave. ”Ungrateful skin sack of bones and blood,” she grumbled under her breath and rolled her eyes.
Hopefully though, that would be the last they saw of wretched old Lucille for a very long time.
Swerving on her feet, Hazel turned her attention to her two detectives. ”Well, now that that whole ordeal is over with, we can finally focus on that party Callie, Tortie, and N planned,” she said and grinned, pulling out her phone and shaking it in front of them. ”I got the text, looks like it’s gonna be 20s themed, and I don’t know about you two, but I have the perfect outfit in mind,” Hazel declared with a grin, placing her hands on her hips as she looked the two of them over.
She knew she had gone to the right people for a party.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 30, 2020 23:15:11 GMT -5
When TJ went in for the hug he didn’t expect Norman to dodge out of the way, especially not that quickly and soon enough his face made contact with the whiteboard in front of him.
The impact hurt but it honestly wasn’t the worst he had dealt with.
Rubbing his nose, TJ stepped back and casually straightened his tie, trying to look professional, honestly he had gotten all caught up in the “close knit family” atmosphere that hung around the bullpen during the reaction that he had forgotten that he had only been here for a day and was still making that impression on everyone that would stay with them for the duration of his time at the 99, he probably shouldn’t have gone in for a hug like that...
Stepping out of the way slightly, TJ gave a sheepish smile. ”Right, I’ll try to remember that,” he decided, rubbing the back of his neck.
Not huggers.
Noted.
Which was kind of unfortunate since TJ himself was a pretty big hugger, it was just such a positive way to show his emotions without actually like, saying them out loud or something like that.
Content to watch in the background, TJ watched as some sort of glimmer flickered across Norman’s green eyes for a moment, disappearing as fast as it came. ”20s themed? Sounds fun,” Norman remarked, pausing to glance down towards his foot. ”I’ll have to figure out a costume tomorrow though, I uh, I think I might have to stop by the doctor’s for this,” he continued and gestured vaguely down towards his injured foot. ”I don’t think it’s broken or anything, but uh, it’s definitely swollen, and-“ Norman bit his tongue slightly, clearly not quite willing to admit the next part. ”It does kind of hurt...just a little,” he continued, shifting his gaze slightly.
TJ tilted his head. ”Oof, do you need someone to drive you?”
It might be a little awkward since he didn’t really know detective Walters, but TJ would be willing to drive him if need be.
Norman shook his head. ”Nah, I’ve got it taken care of,” he explained without expanding on it. ”Besides-“ Norman continued after a pause. ”We’ve got a party to think about,” he said and looked pointedly at TJ.
TJ froze before he relaxed, realizing that it wasn’t a mean stare, rather a sort of...playfully guarded one.
Right.
The party.
His party.
TJ smiled shyly, looking down as he thought about it.
No one had ever thrown him a welcome party before, it seemed like an awful lot to do for little ol’ him, and yet...he couldn’t help but be excited knowing what was coming.
Maybe the 99 wouldn’t be too bad after all.
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Oh, and he was totally dressing up as a newsie for the party.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Jan 31, 2020 3:54:16 GMT -5
The next night, once the detectives were off duty, it came time for the party.
TJ had tried not to think too hard about it, which wasn’t easy, honestly he felt kind of like a kid on Christmas Eve, only getting more and more excited as the hype for the following morning built up in his head.
Except this time he wasn’t running down stairs to open presents and eat massive amounts of chocolate for breakfast.
Instead he was attending his very own welcome party to the 99th precinct, dressed in an outfit that made him look like a young, eager orphan ready to sell papers as a living until he eventually joined a riot to fight back against the oppressive authorities in charge and give freedom back to those who deserved it.
Ah no wait, that was just the plot of Newsies, honestly he really needed to watch that movie again.
”~Pair of new shoes with matchin’ laces, a permanent box at Sheepshead races, a porcelain cup with boiling water, a Saturday night with the mayor’s daughter!~” TJ sang quietly under his breath as he pressed the button and the elevator began to take him up to the bullpen. ~”Look at me! I’m the king of New York, suddenly! I’m respectable, starin right at cha, lousy with stature~” As he sung along - though there wasn’t any actual music to sing along to, just the tune in his head - he began to dance a little in the elevator.
No one else was in there with him and he was in a good mood, he was allowed a little time to goof off.
”Nobbin with all the muckety-mucks, I’m blowin my dough an goin deluxe, and there I’d be, ain’t I pretty? It’s my city, I’m the king of New York!~”
Spinning around, TJ turned to face the elevator entrance with a wide grin on his face.
Only...
The doors had already opened, revealing the party stationed inside the bullpen...with plenty of people already inside.
Oh no, how long had the elevator been open? How much had they heard?
TJ’s face flushed red however he did his best to ignore it, pulling gently on the suspenders that he had worn to complete his outfit.
Trying to save some face, TJ took a step out of the elevator without looking, attempting to appear serious and in control.
Sadly...he probably should’ve looked where he was going, because his foot ended up slipped on a loose paper that had found its way in front of the elevator and he slid forward, crashing into the nearest desk that he could reach.
TJ bowed his head in shame, mortified enough as of was, he didn’t need to see the looks of judgment he would receive from everyone else, he could feel their looks burning into the back of his skull.
He imagined that this was very much what hell felt like.
Just then, a short, amused, but warm laugh erupted through the room and TJ hesitantly forced himself to look up to see Captain Wynn standing in the doorway to her office, hair up in a bun and dressed in a long, sleek black dress and a faux black fur scarf draped across her arms, her sunglasses that she rarely seemed to be without were hanging off her dress.
She looked like she had been plucked right out of the Great Gatsby and placed here in the modern day...other than the sunglasses, obviously.
Clapping, Wynn smiled down at him, no judgment or malice in her eyes. ”Well, you heard him, give it up for the king of New York!” She exclaimed, voice echoing throughout the bullpen as she walked over to him and offered a hand to help him up, which he quickly accepted. ”Don’t worry about your entrance, Norman does something like that once a week, no one will think anything of it,” she reassured him in a comforting whisper, pausing for a moment before she leaned a little closer and whispered: ”That’s the kind of behavior I expect from the wynning team.”
TJ paused, eyes widening in realization as he finally got the joke she had made both now and when he had first come to the precinct.
Instantly laughter erupted from him as he pushed himself back to his feet. “Oh I get it now! The Wynning team, because you’re Captain Wynn and we’re the winning team! Oh that’s funny,” he told her with a grin.
Captain Wynn seemed content with that and smiled in return, turning her attention to the others. ”Well, are we getting started on this welcome party or not?” She questioned, looking the other detectives over.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Jan 31, 2020 4:39:29 GMT -5
For the record, Valentina was not a costume party kind of person, she never had been, and never would be. Dressing up was stupid, that was what she always told people.
But she had to admit she was kind of into this.
She’d actually bothered with full makeup for a start, wearing her usual dark eye makeup but this time in a much more 1920s look. Some dark, vampy lipstick. It was good, because she liked dark makeup so still felt pretty comfortable in general. She swapped out her usual topaz necklace for a more art-deco inspired piece, with a white crystal. Her dress was flapper style and dark green, with tassels at the knees and iridescent sequins and beads in an art-deco pattern. She’d paired it with an obligatory 20s headband to match her necklace, and had even done something more with her hair than its usual ponytail, pinning it up in waves.
It hadn’t taken her long to get to the precinct from there, and the party was only just starting when she arrived, though TJ wasn’t there. Callie, who was also wearing a flapper dress covered with silver tassels, had asked Val to get the last decorations form the break room. Evidently, there was still some last minute setting up to do.
While she was doing this, she’d heard some muffled singing, a crash, silence, and then some laughter - including Callie’s distinctive giggle. Confused as to what the commotion was, Val emerged from the break room to see TJ rising to his feet, laughing, and with Captain Wynn beside him. She had to admit that he looked cute in his Newsies-themed outfit.
And when they made eye contact across the room for a moment she could swear her heart was beating faster and it must be boiling in here because she could swear she was flushing.
And that’s when she realised. The going out of her way to help him yesterday, the way she had reacted to seeing him today. No, no way. That wasn’t happening. Not with a coworker, she’d never hear the end of it if any of the others found out. Not to mention that she never dated coworkers because that was just sensible. I mean what if you broke up? Why was her body being stupid and irrational right now?
Luckily she was pulled out of her thoughts when Captain Wynn addressed the room, asking if they were ready to get started with the party.
“Are you kidding?” Callie called out excitedly “I’m so ready!”
The blonde ran off to make some changes to the playlist and get the music going, while Val quickly put up the last decoration before turning to address the Captain
“We’re definitely ready,” she said with a smile
She could hear Callie distantly chanting the word ‘party’, the words becoming drowned out as the music started. The party was officially underway. Val took that as her opportunity to approach TJ; it was a good idea to say hi, the party was for him after all. This was, of course, nothing to do with the realisation she’d had that she liked him.
“Hey,” she greeted “so, you’re not so great at entrances, are you?”
She chuckled at those last words. She hadn’t seen it happen, but it had been pretty clear to her what had happened from the scene awaiting her when she’d come out from the break room.
“I hope you enjoy the party,” Val said “I’ll leave you to mingle and get to know the squad, but I’m around if you need a friendly face to talk to, or just a break from talking to the others.”
With that offer given, she headed past the dance floor, where Callie was already having a great time. All you could see of her was a swirl of silver tassels, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, which was good. Val would probably go on the dance floor in a little while, but for the moment she grabbed herself a drink from the table set up at the edge of the room. Non-alcoholic of course, since N had been in charge and it was a work event; though Val suspected that by the end of the night there would definitely be at least some alcohol involved in this whole thing. She didn’t really care either way, anyway, but if Callie and Tortie pulled any antics she might need alcohol just to get through the night.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 1, 2020 4:31:48 GMT -5
Well, so far, the party was off to a good start.
It wasn’t like the 99 had a whole lot of parties or anything but they probably had more than the average precinct - except for the 49, those guys were crazy - because while Hazel knew it wasn’t necessary, she did enjoy letting everyone put together parties for birthdays and holidays, especially New Years since the detectives had their whole heist thing going on, Hazel...well she hadn’t participated in one of those heists yet, honestly she wasn’t sure she was welcome, it was like a mom asking to play a video game with her son, in which he would rudely state that she wouldn’t know how to play and only embarrass him, which Hazel would respond with that she was quite the gaming expert back in her day and sit down to play anyways, totally destroying said son in the game and basking in the glory.
Ah memories, that had really been a bonding moment between her and her youngest son, even if it seemed so insignificant compared to everything else they had gone through.
Shaking her head, Hazel watched as Val came up and spoke to TJ, eyeing Kaminski through light eyes as he blushed ever so slightly, stuttering out a response before she walked away.
Was that...potential romance blooming in the air at the 99? Hazel hoped so, they needed something to spice this precinct up, and her last couple of - what was the hip word for it again? Ah right - ships had not turned out like she had hoped.
But maybe this one would.
Waiting until Val was out of earshot, Hazel casually leaned closer to TJ. ”Val’s one of my best detectives, pretty amazing, don’t you think? Shame though, with how good of a detective she is, the only mystery she hasn’t solved is how to open up her heart to love,” she explained casually, hoping TJ picked up on what she was putting down.
The young detective went red at the ears for a moment and Hazel let her words sit in the air a little longer before getting up, gesturing for TJ to follow her. ”Come on Kaminski, lets see if we can find Jules, he’s your new partner and it’s probably a good idea for you to meet him,” she explained, walking off and expecting TJ to follow after her.
She didn’t see Jules yet, but she could hear someone else.
Turning her head, Hazel rolled her eyes as she spotted Norman - dressed in 1820s fashion rather than the 1920s that everyone else was in - animatedly talking to a couple officers that had come up to use the printer - as the printer downstairs was mega broken, they really needed to fix that - his leg wrapped up in some sort of black slip on cast.
Diverting her attention towards him, Hazel called out towards her detective. ”Wrong century there, game boy!” She told him and Norman looked up, smirking in response.
”The invite never specified which 20s,” he retorted, an all too smug grin plastered across his face.
Hazel opened her mouth to respond back, but TJ beat her to it. ”So did you go out and buy that earlier today or do you just so happen to have a full on 1820s Pride and Prejudice styled outfit in your closet?” He inquired and Norman’s face went red.
Instead of responding, he shot back a quick retort. ”I’ll have you know that all of Jane Austin’s works are set between 1797 and 1813, so no, this isn’t a Pride and Prejudice outfit, if anything it’s more of a Legend of Sleepy Hollow outfit, if you’re going to attack my outfit, you should get your facts right first,” he said with a humph, as if that had totally won the argument.
Luckily TJ just laughed it off and gestured down towards Norman’s foot. ”So what happened there?” He asked and Norman gave an all too casual shrug, clearly not caring for his own physical health...not that he ever had to begin with.
”Doctor said I sprained it, said I had to wear this boot for a couple weeks,” Norman explained rather nonchalantly.
Hazel raised her brow.
He should probably stay off the foot as well and take a few days off to rest or else he’d only be doing more harm than good, she’d have to talk to him about it after the party.
Shaking her head, Hazel guided TJ away as Norman bid a quick farewell and made his way to the refreshments table.
”Come on, we still need to track down Jules,” Hazel reminded him.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 1, 2020 12:54:54 GMT -5
Val has just been enjoying the drink she’d gotten for herself when she saw Norman approaching the refreshments table in a full 1820s outfit, something with prompted a smirk and a raised eyebrow from Val.
“No, don’t tell me, let me guess,” she said “you’ve just bought the island of Monte Cristo and now you’re here as your mysterious count alter ego to take your revenge against the men who wronged you. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.”
But she seriously looked his costume up and down then, and couldn’t help but give a small smile. A normal, genuine smile, not a smirk.
“So you exploited the loophole in the invitation, huh? I like it,” she commented appreciatively “these costumes are all the same anyway.”
She did notice that even while talking to Norman, her eyes kept straying to scan the room, and it took her a while to realise that she was looking for TJ, without even knowing it. She really didn’t like this whole crush thing, or anything really that made her feel like she depended on or needed anybody else. And it wasn’t exactly fun being distracted like this either when she should be able to hold a normal conversation with Norman.
However, Val did catch the boot, and gestures to it as she spoke to Norman.
“How is it?” she asked “I take it you have no intention of taking it easy for a little while until it’s better?”
She was sure Hazel would have this conversation with him too, but she supposed it wouldn’t hurt to have it twice. Plus, as much as she liked to pretend otherwise, she did really care about the rest of the squad and liked to make sure they were doing okay.
And anyway, she knew Norman. He would definitely not make any attempt to take it easy, and he wouldn’t listen to her or Hazel. He never did when this kind of thing happened.
Then again, he had been acting a little differently than normal - especially with Roswell - since what happened on that case the day before.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 1, 2020 23:32:09 GMT -5
Norman snapped his fingers in response, playing along. ”You caught me, now my entire plan is ruined,” he joked, grabbing a little plate as he observed the refreshments.
Unable to decide what to get, he grabbed one of everything, turning back around and leaning against the table as he picked up a small brownie bite and held it in his hand for a moment. ”Listen, if I’m not specifically told which 20s to dress up for, I’m putting my own twist on it, you guys are all just lucky that I didn’t shoot for the 1720s style-“ Which, Norman may or may not have an outfit suitable for the timeframe hidden deep within his closet, not that he would ever admit to that out loud.
There were some things that just didn’t need to be shared with the group.
Shaking his head slightly, Norman ate the brownie bite, waiting until he swallowed before responding to Val. ”What? You want me to just sit around and do nothing just because of a measly little sprain?” he asked and let out a chuff of laughter. ”I’ll be fine, I’m not about to take a break now and risk falling behind when we’re getting so close to one hundred,” he remarked and gestured his head towards the whiteboard in the background.
He might not be quite as far ahead as Val or Jules were, but he was catching up, which meant that now was really the time to put in his A game, he couldn’t let something as dumb as a sprained ankle ruin this for him.
Norman intended on being like that horse in a race that had trailed a little far behind, pacing himself until the horses in the front tired out, that’s when he would pick up speed and surpass them, ultimately winning the competition and gloating about it for as long as he could possibly get away with.
Taking some time to rest was just too risky when they were all getting closer to that big 1 0 0.
Shaking his head, Norman reached for the cake pop on his plate, studying it for a moment before taking a bite out of it. ”You know, I don’t think they had cake pops back in the 19 or 1820s,” he stated with a nonchalant shrug.
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Post by CreamCrow on Feb 1, 2020 23:34:53 GMT -5
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Jules had to commend Callie, Tortie, and N. The Roaring Twenties was one hell of a theme. He didn't know what else they may have contemplated, but in no way did he mind the flashy exterior the decade held. Sure, flappers and speakeasies weren't the only things that existed in that time period, but Jules had to say, he definitely enjoyed the idea of them. It was one of those things that people couldn't help but to like.
Of course, given this theme and the idea they had to dress up, Jules wouldn't stand for being in some normal 1920s outfit. Men's fashion sucked. It was the absolute worst of the worst given the lack of creativity. The lack of pizzazz. The lack of confidence and head-turning greatness. So why bother to dress in some old coats and boring hats when he could of course dress as a flapper. Unfortunately, his hair was a bit too short for him to even claim the bob, but he was determined to exude the confidence on of the ladies of the decade. Flapper dresses weren't that uncomfortable and a feather boa hanging on his shoulders and twisted around his arms was empowering. Shoulder reaching gloves and some earrings dangling downwards, and a pearl necklace that could make Daisy Buchanan jealous, Jules was extremely satisfied with the outfit he had gotten.
The party itself was fine otherwise. Off to an interesting start at any rate, and one he could thoroughly say he was amused about. He hadn't really been all that focused on getting deep into the socializing as of yet. Soon, but not yet. He couldn't have dressed up like this without putting on a show with it after all. The time for that wasn't now, but he was determined to show off some leg be the end of the party and start some amount of dancing to jazz. He wondered if he could convince anyone of his coworkers to start swing-dancing with him.
Strolling up to temporarily take place next to him, Cat nodded her head and said, "Nice outfit. Really pulling off the boa there."
"And you- shouldn't have expected you'd follow suit, huh?" Jules made mention.
Cat wasn't dressed as a flapper, taking the more mundane route of dressing as a normal woman in the 1920s. A sweater, a hat, and lengthy skirt. It wasn't a bad look on her. Jules supposed she would look better in an outfit like this than something like what he was wearing. She took it in good fun though, responding, "For all the glam in the room, some people need to take it a little more chill. Represent the people of the era no one else is. Would have tried to go for a bit more ruin, but I'd like to actually wear some of these items on a normal basis."
"Ah, Great Depression?"
"You know it!"
"Nothing like reminiscing about the starvation and lack of money they had back then," Jules sighed with a goofy grin. "Though, I'll stick with my idealized version of the 1920s, with booze and dancing all around. That sounds like a good time."
She just laughed, likely over the fact the latter was prohibited at the time and the latter was borderline scandalous then too. Nothing like a detective in support of some illegal time-period based things. But what could he say? It was fun.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 2, 2020 0:48:27 GMT -5
Scanning the bullpen, Hazel stopped once she finally spotted the person she had been looking for. ”Ah! There they are, come on Kaminski,” she told him, nudging the 99’s newest detective towards Cat and Jules who were wearing outfits that truly did contradict the other nicely, with Jules in his flapper costume - which he was totally pulling off by the way - and Cat going for a much more depressing, but none the less charming outfit.
”Jules, Cat, nice to see you two enjoying the party,” Hazel greeted the two of them with a warm smile, guiding TJ in front of her. ”I’d like you to meet our newest detective: Timothy Kaminski,” she introduced.
TJ gave a shy wave. ”You can call me TJ, I like it way better than Timothy,” he admitted in an almost embarrassed voice.
”I understand you guys never got the chance to officially meet yesterday, so I figured this would be a good time,” Hazel explained, placing a hand on her hip. ”Jules, TJ is going to be your new partner,” she continued, looking between the two of them.
Hopefully they’d be a good fit for each other.
N and Jules had gotten along alright back when they had been partners, though Hazel wouldn’t exactly call them best friends.
Hopefully Jules and TJ would get along as well.
Stepping back slightly, Hazel watched for a little longer as TJ spoke to the two of them.
”It’s nice to meet you guys, I think I’ve finally met all the other detectives by now,” TJ explained, taking in their costumes. ”I like your outfits, I could never pull off a flapper look that good,” he admitted, nodding his head towards Jules’ extravagant getup. ”Now the skirt on the other hand...” He then gestured to Cat’s outfit. ”I could see myself doing alright in that,” he said and offered a smile towards Cat. ”Guess we just have matching styles though, huh?” He asked and pulled on his suspenders again, referencing the fact that neither of them had gone for the flashy attire that the rest of the party had went with.
Hazel smiled softly, nodding in approval.
Well, TJ seemed to be getting along with them just fine, which meant she should probably leave them be, sometimes having the captain hovering around could put a bit of a stint in the overall bonding of the team.
So with one more small nod, Hazel headed back off into the thick of the party, leaving them to chat.
Focusing on everyone else, Hazel looked over the bullpen.
Callie was having a great time by the looks of it.
Norman and Val were joking with each other at the refreshments table.
N was standing by the wall.
Then of course, Roswell was attempting to stop Tortie from eating all the food.
Smiling, Hazel started over to the two of them, waving in greeting to the two cousins. ”Leave something for the rest of us, okay there, Tortie?” She asked teasingly, shooting a glance towards Val and Norman - who was on the other end of the table - ”...That’s good advice for everyone actually,” she said, speaking up a little louder as she gave Norman a pointed look. ”You’re going to make yourself sick, Norman,” she told him and Norman waved it off.
”You might be my boss but you’re not the boss of my stomach,” he retorted back before returning to his conversation with Val.
Hazel rolled her eyes and put her focus back on Roswell and Tortie. ”Nice party, by the way,” she said, smiling to Tortie.
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Post by ƤαƖƖαѕ ✧ on Feb 2, 2020 11:25:02 GMT -5
She listened to Norman’s words, and at his comment about not wanting to miss out on making 100 arrests because of his ankle, she looked at him.
“Damn,” Val joked with a click of her fingers “you caught me trying to get you out of the competition. Don’t worry about the bet, Hazel is probably going to make you take a break anyway. We’ll pause the competition if she puts you on desk duty for a while, that’s only fair.”
When he mentioned the cake pops, Val nodded
“Invented in 2008, but hey, they’re fun so I’m not complaining.”
She would probably get one later herself, since she could. When she was a kid her mother had never let her eat sugar or junk food. Instead of getting to do normal kid things, Val was walking with books on her head, learning ballet, practising violin and learning the order in which you had to use cutlery. But those were the least of the problems Val had with her mother, and her dad had been far worse.
She smirked when Hazel made the comment about Norman making himself sick, and Norman made his retort.
“If you puke on their party Callie and Tortie will kill you,” Val pointed out “and if you puke on me, I’ll kill you and you know I don’t kid around about murdering my friends.”
She cast a glance over at where TJ was talking with Cat and Jules, before looking over at Norman.
“So a new member of the team, huh?” she commented “been a while since we had one of those”
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 2, 2020 21:59:09 GMT -5
The best thing about the party was the food. Sure, it was just a bunch of snacks, but that didn’t make them any less food or anything less that Tortie wanted. She was stuffing her face left and right with anything she could get her hands on. It was something she was always apt to do during parties. If she wasn’t getting absolutely wasted, she was eating everything that she could get a hold of without thinking twice. She had the metabolism of a bird, or perhaps more like a rabbit - she always had to be eating something, and if nothing was in her stomach she would honestly die. Okay, that was a bit over the top, but seriously, if she was even slightly hungry it was the end of the world.
Even as her cousin kept telling her to stop and to leave some for everybody else - he kept saying something about how between her and Norman nobody else would get anything to eat, not like she cared - Tortie just kept going for it.
It wasn’t long after she had shoved a handful of chips into her mouth that she heard the familiar “leave something for the rest of us, Tortie” comment. ”Shut up, Ros-” Before she even finished her statement that was mumbled through half chewed up chips, she realized that her cousin hadn’t actually been the one to say that, and instead it was Captain Wynn herself.
Oops.
Tortie quickly swallowed down her mouthful of snacks before giving a wave of acknowledgement to her boss as if that would wash away the comment she had just given Hazel. ”Told you I could be trusted with a party,” she replied with ease, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant manner as if nothing had just happened. ”Honestly, the only thing that would make this party better would be alcohol.” She then paused for a moment as a thought ran through her mind and she added, ”Or strippers. Actually both. But for a party without either of those things I’ll give it a thumb and a half up.”
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 3, 2020 19:38:02 GMT -5
Norman glanced over at Val for a moment when she mentioned the dreaded desk duty, Norman didn’t necessarily mind it too much, he could understand that it was something that needed to be done, however he was a very active person, he needed to be doing something. Desk duty was only okay so long as it was for a very short amount of time, beyond that though, desk duty would kill him far faster than any actual wound would.
”No need to put a pause on the competition, I don’t need to take it easy, and I certainly don’t need to be put on desk duty, besides Wynn hasn’t even talked to me about it, so clearly it’s not that big of an issue,” he stated stubbornly, and if to prove his point, Norman pressed the injured foot down into the ground, lifting his other foot up until he was standing on the injured one.
Grinning triumphantly, Norman looked up at Val with a smug grin plastered across his face. ”See? I’m fin-“ just then, the pressure finally got to his foot and as pain surged down from his ankle into his foot, Norman winced slightly and placed the other food back down, shifting the weight back to it while trying not to show any sort of pain on his face.
Instead he just grabbed his plate again and stared at Val as she mentioned him making himself sick.
Raising his brow, Norman grabbed one of the refreshments and while maintaining eye contact with Val, showed the entire thing in his mouth, keeping eye contact as he chewed and then swallowed.
Only breaking the eye contact once he had finished the treat, Norman’s eyes flickered across the room to where TJ was.
”Yeah, you’ve talked to him more than me though, what’s he like?” He questioned, leaning against the table.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 4, 2020 18:04:56 GMT -5
Leaning her elbows against the table, Hazel’s eyes flickered with amusement at Tortie’s comments. ”Mm, yes, but I don’t think I’d be a very good captain if I let the lot of you get drunk off your rears while still at the precinct, might set a bad example , and I’m sorry but as long as I’m captain, there will be no strippers at the 99 unless we’re arresting them,” she stated stubbornly.
Hazel didn’t plan on going into detail about her hatred of strippers, nor did she have anything against the actual profession itself, however after getting crossed one too many times by a handful of strippers, it was hard not to get a personal vendetta building up against them.
Shaking her head slightly, Hazel tried to clear it from any vengeful thoughts regarding strippers. ”Anyways, despite not having alcohol or strippers, I’d say it’s pretty good, I like the theme too, why’d you pick 20s?” Sje inquired, looking over at Tortie.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 4, 2020 18:20:02 GMT -5
Tortie supposed she understood why Hazel was against the idea of bringing alcohol into the precinct, and she supposed bringing in strippers wouldn't be seen as "professional", but it still sucked that neither of those things could be brought inside. Maybe she could eventually get Hazel to rethink her position on both of those things.
Or, or, or, she had an idea.
Tortie gave a little hop, her mix-matched eyes flashing with the light of an idea that, in her mind, was brilliant, but to anybody else would be considerably dumb. "If that's the case, then I take you out and I become captain! I mean, I'm your assistant, so it's obvious that I'd get the upgrade to captain." See, she really shouldn't be talking to the captain about how she was going to get rid of the captain and take over, but then again, this was Tortie. There was no way she was a legitimate threat to anybody here. "I'd look sexy in a captain outfit, don't you think?" She then asked, which was, once again, something she shouldn't be bringing up with her boss around.
When asked about why the theme had been picked, Tortie gave a little hum as she tried to remember the events leading up to that. "Well, it was actually Callie's suggestion." Tortie was a lot of things, but she wasn't going to take credit away from her best friend. "It seemed fun and cool, and it was pretty easy to find things that fit the theme," she explained in a more subdued manner than she had been while suggesting her "take out Hazel, conquer the precinct" idea, but it was clear she was still excited and full of her typical energy about the whole thing.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 6, 2020 23:23:03 GMT -5
Hazel nodded along absentmindedly as Tortie went over her big master plan, listening to it with a sort of vague interest.
It would’ve been a great plan, had this been set up differently, like maybe in a world where she was the fierce and respectable leader and Tortie was her conniving deputy that would over throw her, kill her, and take over the group.
But let’s be real here, they only worked for cats or wizards and they were neither of those things.
”Good plan, except if I die, they’ll just send in someone else, it won’t be any of you though,” she explained with amusement, flicking her long black feathered boa around her arms.
When Tortie mentioned that this was Callie’s idea, Hazel nodded in understanding. ”I’ll have to congratulate her on the party as well then,” she decided, glancing over to where Callie was.
She’d have to catch her later, after she had finished talking to Tortie.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 6, 2020 23:58:44 GMT -5
Tortie eyed Hazel for a moment, a deep and thoughtful look on her face as she pondered over the statement her captain just made. After a moment she finally spoke up, looking at Hazel as if she had just said something stupid. "No, it'll be one of us. Why would they send in somebody new to be our captain when they can just promote somebody who knows how the 99 works to captain? They'd let somebody who knows everything already to captain, and obviously that somebody would be me. I'm sorry," she shook her head and let out a sigh that was somewhat reminiscent to one that a parent would give to a misbehaving child and they were tired of their kid's crap, "but your logic is flawed and mine is perfect."
Beyond the whole take out Hazel and become captain talk, Tortie was admittedly proud of Callie for her idea. Not that she was never proud of her friend, but she was especially proud of her for giving them all something that would be fun to do for the party. "You should! She'd like that, though we all know she throws some of the best parties already." No friend of Tortie's was allowed to be lame and throw lame parties, and Callie was her best friend, and a best friend of Tortie's only threw amazing parties that everybody could have fun at.
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 0:07:41 GMT -5
At Tortie’s “logic”, Hazel let out a good natured laugh, shaking her head. “Never change, Tortie,” she told her with a smile.
Tortie probably wasn’t the best assistant when it came to actual assistant things that needed to be done, she held a certain uniqueness to her that added a level of quality that most assistants would not have.
Mostly because there were very few captains that would’ve put up with the kind of behavior Tortie had for long.
Luckily for her, Hazel found it endearing, it was a breath of fresh air compared to the other assistants she had seen, besides, Hazel didn’t really need someone to do the typical assistant stuff, she could do that by herself, she would rather put Tortie to use doing other things. Throwing parties, keeping spirits up, running any errands that Hazel needed done...okay that was more typical assistant stuff but that wasn’t the point.
”What do you think of Kaminski so far?” She questioned, glancing over to TJ for a moment before looking back to Tortie.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2020 0:15:47 GMT -5
Not gonna lie here, she found that "never change" statement to be a little odd. Once again she gave her boss a look, but this time it was one more of confusion than exasperated parent to their child. "I really don't plan on doing that, even when I become captain."
The way Tortie continued to look at Hazel suggested that she wasn't done talking just yet about the whole topic of not changing and her being captain, but her attention was instantly turned to the new detective when Hazel brought him up.
Tortie didn't even try to hide the starstruck expression that softened her features. She seemed to relax into a loose stance, a lopsided grin pulling at her lips. "Oh, he's lovely," she breathed, putting a hand on her chest as if to clutch onto her heart. "He's like looking at some sort of ambrosia from the gods themselves. Listen," she leaned in closer to Hazel as if she were about to tell the older woman a deep, dark secret, "it's taking all my self control to not just jump on him right now, but I'm a sophisticated woman that can curb her desires until a more appropriate time."
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Post by 𝕊’𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 on Feb 7, 2020 0:29:11 GMT -5
Okay well she wasn’t expecting that.
Granted this was Tortie, so all things considering, Hazel probably should’ve expected this sort of response from the younger woman, yet it still caught her off guard in one of those moments where you realized something you had already known but it was like you had just re-realized it.
Hazel paused for a moment, looking around at all the detectives.
Other than N, they were all pretty young, even the oldest ones weren’t 30 yet.
Hazel was quite a bit older then the lot of them, she was even older than N.
Sometimes it just took her by surprise, because as she looked around at the others in the room, she saw them as kids, especially since they were the age of her kids, and it was always one of those really weird mom moments when you realized that your kids were adults and adults that found each other attractive.
Which was a strictly captain mom thing, not a mom mom thing, just for the record.
“I didn’t think he was your type,” Hazel responded, looking back to Tortie.
Did Tortie have a type? As much as Hazel had learned about her made it seem like Tortie’s type was anyone that breathed.
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Post by Feathertalon on Feb 7, 2020 1:00:09 GMT -5
The topic of types didn't really come up around Tortie as often as one might expect. Most, if not all, people that knew her had already figured out that there wasn't really such thing as a "type" that Tortie went after the most. If there was somebody in her age range and they seemed interesting then she was going to go for them. Sometimes just going after anybody and everybody did have its disadvantages, like that one time she had gone on a dating app that had been kinda sketchy, but she had been curious, so of course she had tried it out. The first few people she had gone on dates with had been pretty chill, but then she had stumbled upon an account that had been owned by two people. That didn't stop her, she didn't mind a little polygamy here and there, and the account name had been pretty funny. It was something like Memedemons and their profile picture was just a high definition picture of jelly in a clear jar, and anybody with a sense of humor caught her attention.
Anyway.
She had chatted with the two for a few days and had worked out a time and place for a date. The first warning sign should have been the fact that the place decided on had been a cemetery, but Tortie had gone on dates at weirder places.
As soon as she arrived, she had been alone - or she had thought that at first. Turned out the two people she had tried to go on a date with had dug up somebody's grave, managed to drag out the dead person and their coffin into some nearby woods, and when she had gotten close enough to the formerly covered up area of ground, the people behind the Memedemons account came up behind her and pushed her in; they had been surprisingly fast at throwing the dirt back into the grave with her inside it, but before she had been completely covered in dirt she had been able to get a glimpse of the two. It hadn't been much, but she was still convinced that the guy had been naked and the girl had some kind of eyepatch that reminded Tortie of some kind of crappy pirate costume.
Now, she had to be honest and say that, even after all that, she’d give the two another chance. It didn’t take her long at all to free herself from all the dirt and crawl her way out of the grave. It had been pretty easy, actually. Still, she wouldn’t recommend getting thrown into a gravesite.
That date still didn’t stop her from using dating apps by the way.
But back to the real topic at hand.
Tortie have a nonchalant shrug as if she didn’t just go through the memory of being pushed into a dead person’s final resting place. ”Anybody that hot is my type,” she explained easily. ”Like I know you’re old and all, but have you seen him? He’s beautiful!” Even Hazel had to realize that, right? Just because she was old enough to be his grandma didn’t mean she couldn’t see the beauty that man had been blessed with by the beauty gods.
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