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route_10652012-04-29 12:09 am
doitrockapella) wrote in route_10652012-04-29 12:09 am
She'll go from Nashville to Norway, Bonaire to Zimbabwe
Who: Carmen Sandiego (doitrockapella) and Heather Mason (foolishwren)
Where: Cianwood City!
When: The evening of Saturday, April 28th
Summary: In which Heather Mason lives the dream of thousands of 90's kids everywhere by figuring out where in the world is Carmen Sandiego (but regrettably doesn't win a new computer and a trip to Space Camp).
Rating: PG at most?
Log:
Carmen likes Cianwood City.
She's seen a lot of Johto in the days since Sherlock's departure; it's always been her instinct to move fast, and this latest trip had been no exception. Once she'd woken up in their shared room in Violet to discover one forlorn Herdier occupying her traveling partner's bedspace, one familiar and oft-used PokeGear lying abandoned on the bedside table, and absolutely no sign of the aforementioned traveling partner anywhere, the conclusion had been a natural one:
Oh, blast, he'd snuck out to assault the wildlife again.
(Fortunately for her reputation as the world's greatest detective, she'd reached the correct but infinitely more bittersweet deduction not long after that.)
But with nothing to tie her down to Violet except her loss, her memories, and her near-complete inability to persuade Little John to get off of Sherlock's rented bed, her inclination to run quickly took precedence, and she was gone as neatly and completely as the Cheshire Cat — leaving nothing but a glimpse of her grin behind.
The waterfalls within Mt. Mortar might not have been a proper Reichenbach Falls, but they did the trick as tribute enough. She'd stood and watched as his Gear, wrapped in a bundle carefully knotted out of his scarf, had gone over the edge and crashed down into the mist and spray of falling water below.
It is, of course, a trifle, she'd thought. But there is nothing so important as trifles.
That tribute complete, her travels had turned more aimless, skipping from city to city as whim took her, pointedly avoiding Goldenrod as she made her way through the Johto countryside at rapid speed — as if to make up for the lost time she and Sherlock had spent lingering in the first legs of their journey.
And now she's here in Cianwood, and this is, perhaps, as far as she can run.
But she likes it here in Cianwood City, and that's why she's taken to walking the beach, musing and reflecting (and occasionally pondering what in the world she's going to do about that blasted dog). It is, after all, a nice night for a stroll, isn't it? Just the sea and the sand and a lady in red leaving footprints behind her as she goes.
This time, those are the only clues to her whereabouts she feels like leaving behind.
doitrockapella) and Heather Mason (foolishwren)Where: Cianwood City!
When: The evening of Saturday, April 28th
Summary: In which Heather Mason lives the dream of thousands of 90's kids everywhere by figuring out where in the world is Carmen Sandiego (but regrettably doesn't win a new computer and a trip to Space Camp).
Rating: PG at most?
Log:
Carmen likes Cianwood City.
She's seen a lot of Johto in the days since Sherlock's departure; it's always been her instinct to move fast, and this latest trip had been no exception. Once she'd woken up in their shared room in Violet to discover one forlorn Herdier occupying her traveling partner's bedspace, one familiar and oft-used PokeGear lying abandoned on the bedside table, and absolutely no sign of the aforementioned traveling partner anywhere, the conclusion had been a natural one:
Oh, blast, he'd snuck out to assault the wildlife again.
(Fortunately for her reputation as the world's greatest detective, she'd reached the correct but infinitely more bittersweet deduction not long after that.)
But with nothing to tie her down to Violet except her loss, her memories, and her near-complete inability to persuade Little John to get off of Sherlock's rented bed, her inclination to run quickly took precedence, and she was gone as neatly and completely as the Cheshire Cat — leaving nothing but a glimpse of her grin behind.
The waterfalls within Mt. Mortar might not have been a proper Reichenbach Falls, but they did the trick as tribute enough. She'd stood and watched as his Gear, wrapped in a bundle carefully knotted out of his scarf, had gone over the edge and crashed down into the mist and spray of falling water below.
It is, of course, a trifle, she'd thought. But there is nothing so important as trifles.
That tribute complete, her travels had turned more aimless, skipping from city to city as whim took her, pointedly avoiding Goldenrod as she made her way through the Johto countryside at rapid speed — as if to make up for the lost time she and Sherlock had spent lingering in the first legs of their journey.
And now she's here in Cianwood, and this is, perhaps, as far as she can run.
But she likes it here in Cianwood City, and that's why she's taken to walking the beach, musing and reflecting (and occasionally pondering what in the world she's going to do about that blasted dog). It is, after all, a nice night for a stroll, isn't it? Just the sea and the sand and a lady in red leaving footprints behind her as she goes.
This time, those are the only clues to her whereabouts she feels like leaving behind.