open rp post 2.0

[spiraea]

OPEN RP POST

❖ pick a partner-in-crime

❖ pick your poison
word • picture •  music
au • random prompts ✔︎

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[notallsynths]

[ He drinks in the information, catalogues it away, and when he approaches one of the little shacks they’ve assembled in the tunnel, he peers in, scanning the sleeping thugs for one that matches the description. He comes up empty – but isn’t that just the way? It’s never in the first place you look. ]

You ever consider becomin’ a detective, Piper? You’ve got a good eye for detail.

[occurrences]

[ She gives a shrug of her shoulder, and were they not trying to be sneaky, she'd make a dithering sort of noise. ]

I do wear this hat pretty well, don't I?

[ With her unarmed hand, she reaches up and tips the hat a little bit, letting the rim dip just slightly below one of her eyes, covering it ~mysteriously. ]

Piper Wright... private eye. [ A beat. ] Doesn't roll off as well as yours.

[notallsynths]

[ He huffs out an amused little laugh. ]

Imagine, though: Piper Wright, Investigations. Not so bad when you put it that way, eh?

[occurrences]

Well, no, but we both know there's only room for one ace detective 'round these parts, Detective Valentine.

[ As they come in close to the second little shacks, Piper presses close to a... wall, if it could be called that, and peers around the edge for a gander. No dice. ]

[notallsynths]

I hope you don’t think that just ‘cause you’re buttering me up, I’ll feed you any confidential information.

[ He says it in good humor, at least, then peers into another nearby hut. Sure enough, he sees a familiar flash of burgundy, and waves Piper over. In the middle of the sleeping pile of Raiders (because when are things ever easy?) lies a man matching Piper’s description, still wearing the damn thing even as he snoozes. ]

That’s our guy? [ He asks it, just in case. Never know, after all – maybe newsboy caps are the latest trend in Raider fashion. ]

[occurrences]

[ Piper moves in, peering around Nick's shoulder, and--it doesn't take her more than a few seconds to zero in on her precious hat in the sea of Raiders, and she nods. ]

Yep, that's the jerk. You got, like, a fishin' rod or something so we can get grab that hat without stepping over this pile of Raiders?