greatinspector | Case File 4 [Voice/Action] Pops is up to something....

[Inspector Zenigata hates Mondays. He hates Mondays after a weekend he can't freakin' remember even more. After all this time here, though, he's learned to just accept that something weird probably happened to him last weekend. It's a pretty crappy thing to accept, sure, but what choice does he have since those Malnosso punks won't show up and let him arrest them. Add to that the weirdness of that Were-Yeti incident...and you've got a cop who REALLY needs a distraction.

Regardless of the funkiness of the last few weeks, he wakes up and gets a move on. The man's got plans for today. Starting with a trip down to the shops, where he's picking up nails and a hammer, as well as various lengths of wood gathered from around town. He's got a project in mind, for the benefit of his sanity and the residents of Community House 5. The pickup process takes a few hours, so feel free to stop him or give him funny looks as he wanders between Community House 5 and the shops, whistling while he works.

After gathering supplies, the sounds of sawing, hammering, and generalized construction can be heard in the woods behind Community House #5. Zenigata is making quite a racket. After a while, he appears via the journal, saluting like any civic minded individual doing the community a service.]

Hey, anyone out there like to give me a hand? I'm tryin' to put together a little work-shack out back. Figured it would be a good way to keep a certain someone from blowing up apartments again. If you don't wanna help, thats fine. Just figured I'd give everyone some warning. Also...if there's anyone around who'd be willing to bring me some extra nails and maybe some water, that'd be great. Rather not stop workin' once I get started...

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

....even with all this, I can never do something this, I dunno, normal.

[shrug.] If I wanted normal, I'd have stayed in Japan after graduation and become a translator or something. This place...[he sighs.] This place just isn't...you know.

[Zenigata shrugs]

No, it isn't normal at all here. But sometimes normal is nice instead of completely screwed up. There is a reason I became a cop instead of a carpenter, ya know? I just sometimes find this sorta stuff relaxing. Its normal, sure, but sometimes ya gotta do something like this so you don't and do something that gets somebody hurt.

[Yep, those were words pointed directly at him. Lupin looks away, smoking idly--thoughtfully.]

...you do what's right for you, Pops. I can't be content with this.

Well good for me that I'm doing this mostly to keep myself from freaking out. That its a workshop for you is another matter entirely. Now, why don't you start measuring some wood out, since it's your design.

...

...

I dunno if you want me to thank you or not.

If you wanna thank me, start measuring.

[Zenigata shoves a pencil and measuring tape at Lupin]

[Measuring, drawing, cutting things up...these weren't new. Usually, though, they were for some kind of ulterior goal...and not with his rival at arms.]

I tell ya, Pops. This is weird.

[Even saying that, he's already setting his supplies down and getting started anyway.]

I'll tell ya what's weird, Lupin. Being stuck in a magical freakin' world where we forget whole weekends, get wings that don't work, and turn into yetis.

[And work together to ESCAPE? That...doesn't happen often.]

Hah! You've got a point there, Pops! Maybe this isn't so wierd, in proper perspective...

Yep, gotta put the sunny side on everything these days.

...we don't want it to be too sunny, do we? hmm....

[Lupin shoves the pencil and paper back at Pops, and takes off without warning.]

[Zenigata shrugs and turns back to work]

Ok. Sure.

[He returns later--much later--still wearing those glasses but now carting along what appears to be an 80s style boombox and a bag...full of breakfast burritos. Why? He wanted breakfast!

The bag gets dropped into the dirt, and the stereo gets set beside it. Within moments cheesy 80s rock is blaring from it.

See the thief? See that shit eating grin?]

[Zenigata raises an eyebrow, but grabs up a burrito]

Lupin, you don't have the hair for this kinda music. Its gotta be about 4 feet longer, and dirty.

Hey! It's good stuff! [om nom nom nom on a burrito.]

[Pops IS HUNGRY and practically salivating at the thought of it before he takes a chomp out of it]

The music or the food? The music...ehh, its ok I guess. The food...I like this Mexican stuff.

[Still nomming on a burrito, and grabbing another.]

Both, Pops. [Because he likes things to be trashy every once in a while.]

[And he continues chowing down]

Sure. I guess I was a bit old for this kinda music. Definitely like Jazz more, though the Beatles sure were something back in the day.

But this is better to work to, isn't it? [There's that smile, showing him to be a completely nice man even if there is a glimmer if mischief lurking in those eyes.]

Yea, it is. Gets the blood flowing.

[He does turn back to work now though...]

Case File 4 [Voice/Action] Pops is up to something....

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action] 1/2

[Action] 2/2

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]