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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.
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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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[listen. no. no CLEARLY the ONLY mistake she made was not checking carefully enough to make sure no one was watching her in the act ONCE SHE'S OUT OF HERE SHE'S GOLDEN??? SHE'S VERY GOOD AT THIS]
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[He probably wouldn't bother. But she doesn't need to know that.]
Why, is my silence worth somethin' to you?
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[She rocks on her heels some more, sways and smiles.]
You shouldn't, though. It'll just be more trouble than it's worth for you.
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[Peter Venkman is not above blackmail and not above blackmailing teenagers with baseball bats who may or may not be willing to kill him]
So, what's in it for me?