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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[era_two_triangle]

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.

[what_the_shock]

Miguel was a superhero. Once he found out what was going on, he wasn't just going to sit there. He was going to show up and see what could be done!

...and bring a lot of coffee, because damn it, he needed it if no-one else did.

So he was walking up dressed in his UMF outfit, mask off, drinking black coffee from a very large thermos.