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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
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Waking up
Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.
The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.
Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.
Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.
Clover Field | 999
a. nya nya nya nya nya nya nya nya nya nya
[Clover's got like four different cats getting underfoot on her way through the town because all those pom-poms bouncing off her legwarmers make the perfect cat toy. She's been sort of uncomfortably...out of it since everyone's arrival, and she spends a while just sort of dazedly walking around her furry tag-alongs like they aren't there. Nothing in particular seems to startle her into awareness, though; she just sort of abruptly crouches and reaches out a hand.]
Hi, kitty... [Purr purr purr, and she seems content to just scritch one cat under the chin—until the cat isn't there anymore.
Another half-moment, and the cat reappears, face pressed against Clover's hand where she reached it out towards the empty air, but that just seems to alarm her further.
Urgently, turning to anyone in the vicinity—] You saw that, right?
b. mcdonald's
[Is Clover too old for the ball pit? Probably. Is she too big for the ball pit? Absolutely not, she is 4'9" of pink fluff and bad decisions, and currently buried completely in the play place.
A little tuft of pink pigtail sticks out, just so; the only hint that something might be amiss—but whether or not you're adventurous enough to come investigate, Clover waits until she hears someone passing close by to jump out of the ball pit with a yell and throw herself into the protective netting like a wild animal trying to eat alive someone on the other side of the cage—she's absolutely just here to startle people, Clover don't be mean???]
c. mcmurder
[yeah so Clover found the body first and, instead of informing anybody or treating the situation with proper gravitas, she's currently doing a frankly fucking terrible job at subtly hiding the dead dude's baseball bat by stuffing it down the back of her sweatshirt]
d. wildcard
[follow ur heart i'm flexible]
mcmurder;
He's also just going to not say anything because he just doesn't care enough to, but chances are, he's caught her attention now, hasn't he? ]
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Clover kind of...aaaadjusts the baseball bat. Tries to make it look like she's actually just fixing her hood. The baseball bat stays in place when she just kinda jams her hands into her pockets in front of her, though, like it's whatever? Like she sincerely thinks there's any chance he didn't notice her swiping the thing????]
...What.
[AS THOUGH HE'S INTRUDING ON HER BUSINESS, AS THOUGH THIS ISN'T A PUBLIC MCDONALD'S PARKING LOT AND THERE ISN'T A CORPSE HERE????]
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Her words don't draw even a raised eyebrow, but his expression seems to shift minutely, even if it just looks the same. ]
I saw what you did.
[ He doesn't really care that he did, but she doesn't know that either. Part of him is just curious if saying so will conjure an unpredictable reaction. Somehow he had been brought here against his will, so it wasn't an impossibility. ]
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[clover kind of. looks away. looks away in the other direction. makes direct eye contact with izuru.]
I don't know what you're talking about.
[CLOVER WE CAN SEE THE BAT]
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There's no point in trying to hide that you took an item from the dead.
[ Said, pointedly. ]
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It isn't like he's using it anymore.
[said as though this is just the obvious course of action???]
nya nya nya
[ Ichimatsu's just passing by when he sees the cat vanish and then reappear. Uh. Okay.
And oh, right, the question. ]
Eh.
[ He shrugs, looking kinda indifferent, and crouches down as a cat approaches him.
He's seen weirder. And hey, at least the cats reappear! ]
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EXCUSE HER???]
...What's "eh" supposed to mean?! [THAT WAS WEIRD DON'T BE SO NONCHALANT ABOUT IT!!!]
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[ He looks up at her and whoops he's staring whether he's aware of it or not because how does eye contact with strangers work??
...
He looks back at the cat, reaching a hand out to pet it. ]
It happens.
C
[Venkman has a lot of Concerns about this teenager just stuffing a murder weapon in her shirt and he is not well equipped to deal with any of them, thanks.]
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...
Doing what?
[CLOVER THE BAT HANDLE IS VISIBLE]
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[uuuggGGGGHHH she's CAUGHT!! she scoffs, mildly annoyed at worst, and makes a huge dramatic show of rolling her eyes, like a proper teenage girl]
It'll wash out.
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[Venkman crosses his arms and raises his eyebrows. He's not horrified or anything, just critical.]
Why are you stealing murder weapons?
[Come on, kid, if you're gonna steal something from a dead body, at least don't be so obvious about it. And start small.]
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He sure isn't using it anymore.
[sweet li'l smile!!]
I don't really think it's a murder weapon, though. [With no small amount of effort, considering, y'know, the bat, she crouches down by the corpse's masked head, and smiles real cute up at Venkman.] Wanna see?
[MMM DOES HE THO]
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[Venkman isn't quite stupid enough to crouch down on the ground next to a corpse and a girl who tried to steal the corpse's weapon, thanks.
He is, however, just stupid to lean down a little to get a better look at the head. So if her end goal here is to knock him out, she might have a chance.]
In my, uh, professional medical opinion, that looks a lot like a caved in skull. Pretty sure the blood-covered bat could do that.
cw implied gore text jic
[Apparently unperturbed by all of the, uh, everything, Clover tugs at the stupid chicken mask, not enough to dump all of the horrible gore out of it, but enough to show and point at the corpse's neck.]
Someone slashed his throat.
[my specialty personally is making stupid tdm hypotheticals more complicated than they need to be because clover has exactly enough sense to not steal the murder weapon from a crime scene she knows people are going to investigate when she doesn't care about anyone involved—she's just too busy dedicating her one brain cell to that specific task to be good at stealing the murder weapon]
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Venkman grimaces and leans in a little closer.]
You're right. Still, you can't really slash someone and cause blunt force trauma with the same object, so there's probably two weapons. And it's hard to tell which came first- the head trauma or the cut throat. He coulda died from either. [He taps his chin in thought.] Cut looks pretty even- no jagged edges, so whatever did this must be sharp.
[He's learned a few things from working with ghosts over the years, including "what recently-deceased murder victims' wounds look like". Sometimes, their wounds transfer over to the ghostly form, particularly for those traumatized by the circumstances of their death.]
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[is this an art critique, clover? is this your review???]
Do it the other way around, though, and you're hoping everyone's too grossed out by the worst of it to realize you were too much of a weenie to do it while he was alive.
So I'm keeping the bat.
[CLOVER]
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... I don't like the cops any more'n anyone else, but I'm pretty sure they, like. Need that as evidence. Or at least someone does.
[He's already taken the hint that the law is handled differently in this place.]
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[commit to your brutal murder methods!! go all the way!!!! she's unimpressed, less with venkman and more like the hypothetical murderer he's come up with]
Yeah, well, that's not my problem.
[THIS IS A PROBLEM SHE CREATED]
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It'll be your problem if someone bangs on your door asking why you're holding crucial evidence?
[He's not really a snitch but like. Obviously someone's gonna notice the fucking bat she's "hiding".]
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b
Their connection is diminished here, but his ears still work perfectly fine, and he enough experience to infer just how exactly Clover is choosing to occupy herself.]
Clover, behave.
[It comes out more tense, less cavalier than it might have otherwise. The situation still doesn't feel real, considering--his thoughts skitter right away from "considering."
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Aw, it's not hurting anybody.
[Despite the honestly kind of creepy little smile on her face that Light can't see (it's dubious how much she knows how to turn it off at this point), she sounds appropriately mollified as she plunks herself back down into the ball pit—it's that hint of severity in his tone, all the surrealism that comes with even hearing it.]