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

[died8yearsago]

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 ]]

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[died8yearsago]

After a long night of nothing, to come across...that was...well, Rosa needed more coffee to know what she thought of that, and after a second to access that the guy in the spandex or whatever was probably just one of the lookie-loos, she had to quirk a brow.

"Dressed up for the occasion, huh?"

[what_the_shock]

"UMF," he explained. "More durable than armor and doesn't restrict me."

He took another long sip of coffee. Then a little reluctantly held out the thermos in offer.

"Anything new?"

[died8yearsago]

"Leaves nothing to the imagination, either."

It...didn't sound like too much of a complaint, and it was a good thing he did offer the thermos out, because Rosa was going to begin staring at it (the thermos) like a starving person stared at a piece of steak. She took it with a nod of thanks and had no reservations about drinking from it deeply.

"Nothing," she said, when she finally came up for air. "All night and nothing. Not even any more of those dumb clues from yesterday. At this point, I'd be happy if one of the troopers sent up a flare over a snapped twig."

[what_the_shock]

Miguel smirked. "How much are you imagining?"

He could get serious, though. "I thought maybe I could see something from above, but whatever this is, it's blocking it off from there, too. I tried getting a sample of whatever it is to test it, but no luck. At this point, I'm wondering if we have anyone that can tunnel under it."

That probably wouldn't do any good, either, but it didn't mean it wasn't tempting.

It also didn't mean he wasn't taking his coffee back. Share, Rosa.

[died8yearsago]

Rosa was going to take one more sip (god, that was good) before handing the thermos back.

"Clearly not much," she said, with one more pointed look toward the sculpted...everything, before her own brow went wrinkled with concerned thought. "There's an idea, going under it. I know there was some stuff going on in the tunnels a few weeks ago, but this seems like something different all together..."

[what_the_shock]

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that. Don't think we've got the tunneling equipment, for starters." Miguel took a long drink of his own, then passed the thermos back.

"I wish there were something that science could do, though."

Miguel didn't mind that magic existed, really, he just hated knowing nothing about it and not being able to help.