died8yearsago: (cool with coffee)
Detective Rosa Diaz ([personal profile] died8yearsago) wrote2018-08-12 08:16 am

Outside the Woods; Sunday Morning [08/12].

The funny thing about a stake-out was that they always sounded pretty cool...until you were actually on one. When it came to choosing someone to keep an eye on the forest and watch for any signs of where an entrance might be, Rosa was a pretty logical choice and, honestly, even if the focus was strange and stupid and some bizarro magic whatever, she was just kind of glad to be doing some actual cop work. She set up a task force with her and a few of the troopers to keep an eye all night, with the directive to shoot off a flare gun to let the others know if you'd found something. It seemed a pretty solid idea, really.

...except that nothing happened.

Nothing hardly ever happened on a stake-out, and that's why they weren't nearly as cool as one might be lead to believe.

Nothing happened, and now dawn was breaking, and Rosa shook the last remaining suggestions of coffee from her very empty thermos and sighed. What a bust. The thing had been thoroughly poked, none of the collected clues from yesterday seemed to make any sense, and now the entire night had passed without even a suggestion of something helpful. She took a moment to check her watch, sighed again, and decided to linger at least a little longer, at least until maybe some people started showing up for Round Two, before going to report her findings (or lack thereof, really) to the mayor.

[[ expecting one certain tiny green pathfinder, yes, but if anyone wants to swing by, it's open! Thread with Peridot will be last chronologically ]]
era_two_triangle: (Driving Over Here)

[personal profile] era_two_triangle 2018-08-12 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Peridot wasn't much for conversation with random gatherings of people she didn't know at the best of times, or even really much for doing anything on anyone's most convenient schedule. She'd been out taking Pumpkin for a walk at what was probably the most ridiculous hour of the morning, but she tended to prefer it that way. It was just quiet time for a Gem and her gourd, after all.

But today's walk had only made it about as far as the park before her path corrected and she'd started drifting toward the woods, instead.

Pumpkin had followed, grabbing a stick along the way in the hopes that Peridot would play fetch or something, but by the time she had made it to the outskirts of the woods, it was pretty clear that playing wasn't on Peridot's to-do list today, either.

Peridot stumbled forward in a daze, and a small pumpkin dog followed behind, stick in her mouth, whining.
era_two_triangle: (Pumpkin - Content)

[personal profile] era_two_triangle 2018-08-12 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Peridot was thousands of years older than you, Rosa.

She was also very much not paying attention, just quietly stumbling her way into the forest.

The pumpkin, at least, seemed to notice, looking back at Rosa and dropping her stick in order to bark, in that clearly distraught way that only sentient gourd-type creatures really can.
era_two_triangle: (Pumpkin - Content)

[personal profile] era_two_triangle 2018-08-12 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Pumpkin whined, looking between the darkness and the human who was calling her, clearly distraught.

... Well, at least the tall human one knew her name!

So, yeah. Peridot might have wandered off, but at least someone was on the right side of the big scary dark. Pumpkin was going to trot right on over and sit on one of Rosa's feet. Totally normal Pumpkin coping mechanism.

There. That was better.