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smash_logs2015-07-23 07:46 pm
thishereismonapizza) wrote in smash_logs2015-07-23 07:46 pm
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Snooping as usual I see
Who: Mona and YOU! Anyone is welcome.
What: Interrogating FDC citizens about the earthquake.
Where: Various locations within Final Destination City, starting at the cafe onwards.
When: Entire day of July 23rd.
Warnings: Probably none.
Earthquakes weren't exactly a big to do back where Mona came from. Forces of nature seemed mundane in terms of the bizarre and strange happenings that popped up around Diamond City. Visitors from outer space, ninjas battling thousand year old demons, Satan shopping for fresh basil at the grocery store...no wait, that last one was a pretty normal by Diamond City standards too.
Nothing of the earthquake screamed unique to Mona to catch her attention other than it stealing the thunder from her photo booth back on prom. However reports she overheard of the strange happenings around the academy were a bit of music to her ears. The sweet music that had 'news scoop' written all over it in bold lettering. So what was a photojournalist such as Mona to do about a potential scoop? Investigate of course! The red head wasn't going to sit idly by and let her fellow students take all the glory in their adventures. She'd snag the juicy details right from under their noses when they weren't looking.
Well, a few of their noses. Final Destination was a huge city, nearly as big as Diamond, and she was but a mere lone woman with a Vespa. There was no possible way she could successfully canvas an entire city and interrogate passerby on the streets by herself. Okay, maybe it would be possible, but that's stretching the truth a little. For one, she lacked the proper resources for such a large scale project and two, it would take months investigate every nook, cranny, and person. By that time, the trail would likely be stale news, leaving Mona with hardly any leads. The job needed to be done proper, professionally, and on the pronto. Therefore around the academy flyers were hung from hallways detailing the requirement for a few hardy people with a keen eye and sharp hearing to help with such a grand endeavor.
Which brought Mona to her present state of leaning against her red Mona Cycle with notebook in hand outside one of the cafes. The portly owner of the cafe stood near her with gesticulating arm movements as he described events from his point of view. Mona, nodding every now and again kept pace by scribbling down furiously his story, interjecting the owner only to throw in a question or two to elaborate a particular point of interest. The two had been in deep conversation for nearly twenty minutes.
"That so?" she murmured. Mona closed her notebook and tucked it under her arm, beaming the man a smile of thanks as she passed him her calling card. "You've been a great help sir. Please let me know if you notice something out of the ordinary or anything weird in general." With a tip of her hat the interview came to an end.
Just in the nick of time too, she noticed. Pulling her cellphone out of her pocket revealed noon was right on the dot. The indicated time her other investigators would be clambering into the area for their meetup to swap notes and chow down on pizza (brought on specialty by Mona. Can't let her team go hungry now can she!) before heading back out on the streets for the afternoon run.
"Wonder how the others are faring?" she said to no one in particular, looking once more on the avenue square for any sign of life. And they called her tardy! She hoped they would hurry up soon, the pizzas she carried on her motorbike wouldn't stay warm for much longer and she eager to rack up the morning reports.
What: Interrogating FDC citizens about the earthquake.
Where: Various locations within Final Destination City, starting at the cafe onwards.
When: Entire day of July 23rd.
Warnings: Probably none.
Earthquakes weren't exactly a big to do back where Mona came from. Forces of nature seemed mundane in terms of the bizarre and strange happenings that popped up around Diamond City. Visitors from outer space, ninjas battling thousand year old demons, Satan shopping for fresh basil at the grocery store...no wait, that last one was a pretty normal by Diamond City standards too.
Nothing of the earthquake screamed unique to Mona to catch her attention other than it stealing the thunder from her photo booth back on prom. However reports she overheard of the strange happenings around the academy were a bit of music to her ears. The sweet music that had 'news scoop' written all over it in bold lettering. So what was a photojournalist such as Mona to do about a potential scoop? Investigate of course! The red head wasn't going to sit idly by and let her fellow students take all the glory in their adventures. She'd snag the juicy details right from under their noses when they weren't looking.
Well, a few of their noses. Final Destination was a huge city, nearly as big as Diamond, and she was but a mere lone woman with a Vespa. There was no possible way she could successfully canvas an entire city and interrogate passerby on the streets by herself. Okay, maybe it would be possible, but that's stretching the truth a little. For one, she lacked the proper resources for such a large scale project and two, it would take months investigate every nook, cranny, and person. By that time, the trail would likely be stale news, leaving Mona with hardly any leads. The job needed to be done proper, professionally, and on the pronto. Therefore around the academy flyers were hung from hallways detailing the requirement for a few hardy people with a keen eye and sharp hearing to help with such a grand endeavor.
Which brought Mona to her present state of leaning against her red Mona Cycle with notebook in hand outside one of the cafes. The portly owner of the cafe stood near her with gesticulating arm movements as he described events from his point of view. Mona, nodding every now and again kept pace by scribbling down furiously his story, interjecting the owner only to throw in a question or two to elaborate a particular point of interest. The two had been in deep conversation for nearly twenty minutes.
"That so?" she murmured. Mona closed her notebook and tucked it under her arm, beaming the man a smile of thanks as she passed him her calling card. "You've been a great help sir. Please let me know if you notice something out of the ordinary or anything weird in general." With a tip of her hat the interview came to an end.
Just in the nick of time too, she noticed. Pulling her cellphone out of her pocket revealed noon was right on the dot. The indicated time her other investigators would be clambering into the area for their meetup to swap notes and chow down on pizza (brought on specialty by Mona. Can't let her team go hungry now can she!) before heading back out on the streets for the afternoon run.
"Wonder how the others are faring?" she said to no one in particular, looking once more on the avenue square for any sign of life. And they called her tardy! She hoped they would hurry up soon, the pizzas she carried on her motorbike wouldn't stay warm for much longer and she eager to rack up the morning reports.
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"See you two good sirs are working as hard as ever. Good, good!" she cheered. Butter them up with pleasantries to make an impression before she got down and dirty with her question period. Make the situation comfortable for all parties involved, as if talking among old friends.
"Name's Mona! Photojournalist for the Diamond City times. And this here is Knuckles. We're canvassing the area on the behalf of a lead we've received and we're hoping with your co-operation you could help us out."
She continued on her tirade, notebook at the ready for a moment's notice to scribble. "Have either of you noticed any suspicious activity as of late? Bizarre happenings? Maybe even, oh I don't know, sea monsters by chance?" she hinted, giving Knuckles a sly wink. As if to say 'See? this is how you people properly!'
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Knuckles was raging on the inside, about ready to burst a seam. He wasn't a DOG! Not even close! His species laid EGGS!
EGGS!
"Sea Monsters?" replied one of the Fishermen, shrugging and swigging from his bottle of water. "See 'em every day, darlin'. I'm a good fisherman, y'see. Yellowtail, Marlin, Relicanth, Gyarados. You name a leviathan and I bet I've caught one."
"Miss, I'd like to report some suspicious activity - this guy's Fish Tales and the fact that they're all made up. He hasn't caught so much as a Magikarp or Mudskipper in days. I know, because I haven't caught squat either and If -I- can't fish these waters, there's no way -HE- can!" said his sprat scented co-hort.
"Now, if you want to hear a lie, that would be it." the first guy replied, turning away and scowling. "....well, actually, no. He's right. Water level's gone up a few meters, and my catch bucket is as empty as my heart on those long, lonesome nights at sea..."
Knuckles' teeth ground together so hard, it was audible over the sound of the water sloshing against the pier. Rising water levels and fish scared away from shore? THAT had to be bad news.
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"No fish? Not even a mackerel nor a dolphin?" she pondered, eyeing Knuckles with a raised eyebrow. High water levels usually brought a plethora of sea life near the shores to feed.
"About roughly when did you first start noticing the lack of fish life in around the waters?" she questioned, all ears for an answer.
Could a lack of fish as food had brought the lake monster to land, or had Knuckles fabricated his own fishy story to send her on a wild goose chase?
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"It's like they all went on vacation or somethin'." the other replied. "I keep saying we should set sail for Delfino Isle or the Sevii Islands. See if we can find anything worth finding there."
"Aye, well, if you want to sail for warmer shores, you're welcome to it. Me? I'll stick to Final Destination City."
"Suit yourself. Does that answer all your questions, Little Lady? Our lunch hour is almost up."
Knuckles, still bristling at being thought of as a dog left the responding up to Mona. He, more than anything, wanted to reply by punching a hole in each of their boats.