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She had just finished for the day, her dress shop her pride and joy now that she was alive yet again. Sure she was human again but that didn't mean that she was going to cry over it - she had spent only a fraction of a second as a vampire so there was really no love lost - though the yearning to be one did intrigue her still. "We're closed," she said, not even looking up, "unless you're offering me a million dollars it can wait until tomorrow"

" yeah, we just got back like, half an hour ago. " and while eddie doesn't hate it here, surprisingly enough, nothing really beats sitting around the table with the 118 and eating a shared meal together. they did that sometimes here, but it seems more of a rare case than anything else. " luckily, it wasn't anything too serious, " he continues, as he sets the plates down onto the table next to the boxes. " no injuries, nothing. " which is always a relief.

"I'm glad all went well. I'm sure there were a few that would've appreciated a little more action -and at least a couple that would've preferred less- but if nothing else, it keeps you guys from letting the rust set in." With the knowledge that everyone had made it back safe and sound, it was easier to fall back into a lighter tone.

Of course, it didn't really last long as Eddie shared his thoughts on the case that -if she were entirely honest with herself- she couldn't quite let go of. "The lack of witnesses combined with the timing of it being just a little too coincidentally convenient for certain parties...it hasn't quite sat right with me either." Liv mulled things over for a bit, her plate now forgotten, when something Eddie said struck out. "You specified there were no credible witnesses, did you guys happen to get anything from some of our less 'favorable' fare?" Relying on what many would deem 'unreliable' witnesses -typically vagrants or small-time criminals that would be in the area- didn't lend itself to closing cases, but it still had the potential to blow one wide-open if it set them on the right path.

@scvcnmore asked: 🎹+28 (Karen and Olivia)

"now he's thinkin' 'bout me every night, oh is it that sweet? i guess so." a chuckle escaped karen's lips as she looked over at the other. it was flattering in a sense the fact someone around the scene had a crush on her. "now i've got to figure out the most graceful way to tell him that i'm not interested.''

If an attempt at holding back a chuckle of her own had been made, it would've failed miserably. More so given the other's own chuckle at the string of words that had just fallen from her mouth. As the laughter died out though, Liv's face fell into a bit of a wince as she said, "Well, maybe not necessarily the most graceful? I think second- or even third-best would probably be good enough it means keeping from letting his hopes get too high."

Oh how she wished the answer was 'no', but... "More often than I'd like." The admission came without too much hesitation. "Of course, in my line of work I typically find myself getting called in when the worst of it has already happened. If anything, I feel it makes the punch land a little harder when despite best-efforts, I can't stop it form happening again."

"In my personal experience, yes. And the few times where there hasn't been a jerk, I've had to stop and evaluate my own actions just to make sure I wasn't being the jerk." Liv could be many things, but perfect was definitely not one of them, and she'd be lying if she claimed never to have crossed a line.

Nodding while taking notes, Liv tried to begin using the information to whittle down the list of possible suspects even more. "So, if we factor in little-to-no planning, in order to have been successful it's not entirely certain, but we can probably safely assume there was likely a physical advantage. So we'd be perhaps looking at the students that were older or, at the very least, a bigger than our victim. Do you think the thrill of their new-found hobby may have spilled over into other areas? Maybe try to see if anyone's picked up a few new odd -if not downright morbid- interests?"

@scvcnmore | Cassie McKay & Eisa

Cassie felt like she was losing her mind as she rumaged through her backpack. She was this close to dumping it upside down on the ground. "I lost my keys in the great unknown," She muttered out loud, not caring who heard her. "Which feels dramatic, except I’m pretty sure they were literally just in here.”

"I think a bit of drama is allowed when it comes to having misplaced one's keys," Eisa began, having taken note of the almost frantic nature by which the other had begun to practically ransack their own pack, "They tend to be rather integral to gaining access to places we need to be." The redhead made quick work of closing and moving their drink and laptop off to the side, essentially clearing off the majority of the table before them. "Here, why don't you set the rucksack down so you have an easier time of looking through it. Maybe take a few things out, if you need to."

A brow raised pointedly at the remark...or rather, the admission. Though, again, knowing they had little to no room to speak based on their own prior actions -both on this planet and various others- Eisa figured best not to comment. Their attention was briefly drawn away as they accepted their drink from the barista, and when she turned back to face the man, there was a small smile at his words. "Given the vehicle's design, one might say it does so in quite the literal sense. Please, though, at least let me get your drink. Some caffeine to help keep you alert while you get centered, no?"

"Tilly," they offered, their attention briefly turning back in the direction the other had gone. "They're one of the interns working with another senator's team. Poor thing often gets the short-end of the stick being the newest and youngest." The others tended to seem only too happy to take advantage of it too. Sylops, the lot of them, they thought before turning back to Senator. "I suppose I can't be too harsh in my judgement, as I can't guarantee that I'd have managed anything much better if an overly emotional stranger suddenly approached me for relationship advice...but, I can -and most certainly will- still judge," they teased.

For someone that constantly required routine, specificity, and a pretty strict adherence to rules -even if most were arbitrarily set in place by herself, typically for herself- CJ's inability to just say 'no' to conventionally attractive women should be studied. "Fine." The only thing that kept an absolute look of defeat off her face was probably the fact she was conserving her energy for whatever-the-hell was coming next, "but I reserve the right to enact a disclaimer of liability if this goes wrong." Which considering this required her to socialize, the likelihood was high this was a case when and not if. "What's the part you'd like me to play?"

Goodbye - Sabrina Carpenter

There was a slight arch to her brow as Caden considered the woman's words. "It's certainly a unique sensation, all its own," she agreed, a slight nod of her head as she trailed off, having to stop and consider the latter half of her statement a bit more. CJ's face pinched in on itself a bit as she added, "Don't really know if 'invigorating' is the word I would use, but our experiences may just be different." Though she'd only used her active powers a handful of times thus far, the word that came to mind for her was 'devastating'.

The turn the conversation took had her second-guessing if opting to focus on the crystal had actually been the better option after all...granted, with how the ringing in her ears jumped right back to the forefront -almost entirely overwhelmed her for a second- when the other woman held out her hand, cutting the distance between them in the process, CJ realized it was. Quartz, quartz, what do we know about quartz? 20 or so different types. Each kind a specific use. Does that one have color? No. No color- wait, they asked a question. Reply? Yes. "Yes- er, uh, it is pretty. Necklace, would definitely show off the, uh, prettiness of it more." She managed to keep the cringe off her actual face, and asked a question of her own to not wallow too much in the feeling. "Is it citrine or smoky?"

As much as they appreciated the vote of confidence, they'd be lying if they claimed not to be at least a little relieved when the attention was diverted to the pup. "His name's Amazing Baby, he's about two -but small for his age-" understatement "and he'd absolutely appreciate some pets. He's used to having a houseful of people to cycle through for attention, so with it now just being him and me, he's a bit starved for attention." A warwolf pup would typically not be considered okay to pet, but Amazing Baby had been psychically bonding with Rachel for so long now, his temperament was practically that of a labrador -barring him sensing any danger, of course.

"Ooh," came the reply, "It may not be 'fancy' but it is, surprisingly, something I haven't tried before, so definitely going on my list." An every-growing list, at that. "Yeah, I've heard that from a few others. If I'm honest, I can't tell if it's just that my caffeine tolerance is high or if I'm just that tired that my body just uses it to keep moving," they chuckled.