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route_10652012-09-01 04:57 pm
doitrockapella) wrote in route_10652012-09-01 04:57 pm
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You can't dance and stay uptight
Who: Dale Cooper (tapestodiane) and Carmen Sandiego (doitrockapella)
Where: Mahogany Town and Route 44
When: The night of August 31, into September 1
Summary: Amid the Clefairy swarm, a couple of dorks sneak out to look at the moon, eat takeout, and make Attempt #6001 at finding out why Dale Cooper is afraid of birds.
Rating: PG
Log:
[The best part about Agent Cooper's assigned room in the Mahogany Inn, as far as Carmen Sandiego is concerned, is not the simple but pleasant furnishings, the bathroom's water pressure, or the relative proximity to the various amenities the little hostelry in their current town of choice has to offer — it's the fact that there's a rather nice, sturdy tree with low wide branches almost directly outside his bedroom window.
One that she happens to be sitting in, at the moment.
(Granted, she doesn't actually need the help of the tree, of course; if she were really determined to get in his window, there are any number of creative ways she might go about it. The tree just happens to make things convenient, both in terms of support and providing cover, and if it's already there just waiting to accommodate her, well, she might as well put it to good use.)
It's certainly not the first time she's ever spent time lingering in the branches of a tree, and it probably won't be the last, but there is a certain method to her apparent madness tonight. It's the night going into September 1st; in her opinion, that means it's also a fine choice of night for a late-night rendezvous, for a wide variety of reasons. It's a blue moon out, for one thing, and if the sudden appearance of Clefairy bouncing around is any indication, she's not the only one with the thought of dancing in the moonlight on her mind. For another thing, September 1st is four months from May 1st, one-third of a year from the day she first met Special Agent Dale Cooper in person at the Beltane festival in Goldenrod City.
For a third thing, it's her half-birthday. Not that she usually goes out of her way to observe that particular half-holiday, but it's something to think about, nonetheless.
But regardless of which reason she's relying on, the fact remains that she's still sitting rather contentedly on one of the low-hanging branches of the tree, feet (encased in sensible black boots) dangling over the side as she double-checks her count of the inn windows to ensure she's got the right one. It's a little strange to be without her usual red coat and hat tonight; she hasn't worn her charcoal turtleneck and black slacks since Beltane, and there's an odd feeling of exposure that comes with having her hair tied off in a neat side ponytail and the distinct absence of her hat's brim framing her vision. But it's the sort of night that seems to warrant a change of pace, and so for the moment, she's chosen to indulge it.
Her mental count finished and her accuracy confirmed, she gazes thoughtfully at the warm glow of yellow light from behind the closed curtains before reaching for her Gear to send off a message.]
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
[While she waits for her response — be it electronic or in person — she tips her head back to search for stray beams of moonlight that have managed to filter their way down through the crisscrossing canopy of the tree's branches, and thinks of how close she once came to making it into space, herself.]
tapestodiane) and Carmen Sandiego (doitrockapella)Where: Mahogany Town and Route 44
When: The night of August 31, into September 1
Summary: Amid the Clefairy swarm, a couple of dorks sneak out to look at the moon, eat takeout, and make Attempt #6001 at finding out why Dale Cooper is afraid of birds.
Rating: PG
Log:
[The best part about Agent Cooper's assigned room in the Mahogany Inn, as far as Carmen Sandiego is concerned, is not the simple but pleasant furnishings, the bathroom's water pressure, or the relative proximity to the various amenities the little hostelry in their current town of choice has to offer — it's the fact that there's a rather nice, sturdy tree with low wide branches almost directly outside his bedroom window.
One that she happens to be sitting in, at the moment.
(Granted, she doesn't actually need the help of the tree, of course; if she were really determined to get in his window, there are any number of creative ways she might go about it. The tree just happens to make things convenient, both in terms of support and providing cover, and if it's already there just waiting to accommodate her, well, she might as well put it to good use.)
It's certainly not the first time she's ever spent time lingering in the branches of a tree, and it probably won't be the last, but there is a certain method to her apparent madness tonight. It's the night going into September 1st; in her opinion, that means it's also a fine choice of night for a late-night rendezvous, for a wide variety of reasons. It's a blue moon out, for one thing, and if the sudden appearance of Clefairy bouncing around is any indication, she's not the only one with the thought of dancing in the moonlight on her mind. For another thing, September 1st is four months from May 1st, one-third of a year from the day she first met Special Agent Dale Cooper in person at the Beltane festival in Goldenrod City.
For a third thing, it's her half-birthday. Not that she usually goes out of her way to observe that particular half-holiday, but it's something to think about, nonetheless.
But regardless of which reason she's relying on, the fact remains that she's still sitting rather contentedly on one of the low-hanging branches of the tree, feet (encased in sensible black boots) dangling over the side as she double-checks her count of the inn windows to ensure she's got the right one. It's a little strange to be without her usual red coat and hat tonight; she hasn't worn her charcoal turtleneck and black slacks since Beltane, and there's an odd feeling of exposure that comes with having her hair tied off in a neat side ponytail and the distinct absence of her hat's brim framing her vision. But it's the sort of night that seems to warrant a change of pace, and so for the moment, she's chosen to indulge it.
Her mental count finished and her accuracy confirmed, she gazes thoughtfully at the warm glow of yellow light from behind the closed curtains before reaching for her Gear to send off a message.]
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between you and me.
[While she waits for her response — be it electronic or in person — she tips her head back to search for stray beams of moonlight that have managed to filter their way down through the crisscrossing canopy of the tree's branches, and thinks of how close she once came to making it into space, herself.]
no subject
[He swallows the shrimp and rice in his mouth. Delicious too, of course.]
You sound awfully confident for someone who praises the detectives who chase her.
[He keeps the tone a bit light, not to play it off, but ... well, he's largely reconciled with the idea that he's fallen for a thief. And while he's very aware that that's not exactly a super compatible thing between them, he doesn't want to make it into more of a problem than it is. What point would that be?]
no subject
[He's taking it well — something she's glad for, frankly, because her remark could've taken this conversation in a number of ways but the direction it's gone in is light and not burdened with too much conflict — and she's not about to press it any more than he is. Accepting what's there doesn't have to involve making it an issue. At least, not tonight.]
And I am the best.
[And he's the one who chases her, these days.]