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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.
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Still fighting off the fluster, Heather knelt next to the Growlithe, hiding her embarrassment for the moment by taking the time to start brushing some of the wet sand and seafoam out of his cream-colored mane.
"Yeah, uh-- Cujo, actually. Y'know, after the... rabid St. Bernard ... that killed people..."
Cujo picked that moment to dip his head down, grab up one of the shoes that Heather had dropped in the sand beside her, and then lovingly present said shoe to Carmen.
c: PRESENT.
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Why, in the face of such generosity, how could she do anything but accept?
Taking the shoe carefully from his mouth, she made a production of fussing over him, stroking his fur and scratching behind his ears in reward for the token of his appreciation. Admittedly, she was more of a cat person than a dog person, but such friendliness had its advantages.
Namely, that one of Heather's shoes now belonged to her, by gift of dog, and it was going to take some negotiating before she got it back.
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They hadn't gotten along at first, needless to say.
She stood up again, laying her hand on the head of the happily panting Cujo.
"He ... grows on you."
... God dammit, Carmen, aren't shoes a little under your league?
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"I like cats better, myself," she agreed, relinquishing the dog while keeping the shoe held loosely in one hand. "As a matter of fact, that's why I'm in town. I'm having one delivered here."
That was the trouble with deliveries, really. On the occasions when people insisted on using their own courier, it meant telling someone her physical location — which of course was something she never gave up easily.
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Not that she hadn't ever wanted one-- what kid didn't?
But moving around a lot sort of made it harder to have anything bigger than a goldfish.
"What kind are you getting? I haven't actually seen too many cat Pokemon..."
Around this point, Cujo apparently decided that he wanted to be more involved in the conversation, because Carmen would find him happily shoving Heather's other shoe into her hands.
For youuuuuu~