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WHO: beth + anyone :E
WHERE: everywhere :E
WHEN: august :E (feel free to specify a point in the month if it's important o/)
WHAT: an open log containing Scenarios
WARNINGS: Probable alcohol abuse, possible drug abuse, maybe mentions of past suicide, will CW in subject lines where necessary

B A R S.

MAURTIA FALLS
( They're about as dive bar as dive bars can possibly get, but honestly Beth prefers the drinking holes in this city more than any. Something about the grimness appeals to the wallower in her, probably. At any rate she's got a lot to wallow about, and on any given weekday she can be found in one of the bars before the sun has set. She's relatively solitary and likely won't initiate any engagement, but the particularly interesting types might catch her eye and cause her to buy a drink as way of a hello.

Other than that, feel free to interrupt her as she all but glares over the whiskey/vodka/beer/whatever combination of the mentioned that she's working on on this particular night. She might appear unfriendly, but she won't brush off anyone that makes contact.

And then the other way to get her attention, of course, is any kind of trading or taking of drugs. Beth has enough prescriptions in her medicine cabinet to tide her over for the time being, but it's nothing on what she had stashed in her apartment back home. While she's not actively seeking out anything illicit just yet, if it happens to cross her path she'll be the first to subtly approach, moving to sit next to anyone who might have caught her eye with their involvement.)

NONAH
( Given that it's where she lives she does end up in the bars, pubs and clubs in Nonah more often than not. It's a wonder that she's not getting a reputation for herself already, honestly. She's more likely to frequent the quieter joints in this city, not at all wanting to bring any dramatics into her "home" town. Still, she's friendly enough, and in particular excellent jukebox choices will be rewarded with Beth buying you a drink - just make sure it came out before 2012, or she'll be totally clueless. )

W O R K.

HEROPA
( There's a joke about Florida to be made, but being very very Canadian, Beth isn't the one to make it. In terms of work there really isn't much that draws her to Heropa at all, but some oh so kind soul responsible for pimping out new imPort business has apparently dropped enough business cards around that someone with a problem has given Beth a call.

So basically she's reduced to walking the streets with a camera in one hand and a photo in the other. Cheating husband, she's willing to bet, but the person booking her services didn't specify what exactly the person in the photograph might be up to, just that it would 'ruin the family'.

Honestly it's a wonder no one has mistaken her for a very bad contract killer, but she's been left largely unbothered as she tracks down her target. She doesn't give much warning when she stops and snaps a few pictures, apologies to whoever might be walking behind her because you're probably going to have a collision. She's much more concerned if anything happens to the coffee she's hauling around with her, the one that has to keep being placed on the floor to facilitate all this picture taking. If anyone knocks it over, they'll sure as hell be getting an earful -- despite it being totally her own fault. )

E T C..

HEROPA
( When in town she'll mostly be found on the beach, honestly. Who cares if it's what the locals consider 'cold', this shit is summer to her. Beyond that, the occasional work case (in which case expect a lot of grumbling about how shit PI's are) and then literally no other reason. Sorry Heropa. )

NONAH
( Here is where she does all the boring day to day stuff, think grocery shopping, doctor's visits, and regular jogging - every morning, along the same route. )

MAURTIA FALLS
( This is where most of her inebriated activity will happen - dirty dancing, bar fights, and drug use are pretty much only going to happen in Pennsylvania. )

DE CHIMA
( Being that she's nosy as heck and super paranoid, Beth doesn't trust this place at all. She'll spend most of her time in De Chima trying to snoop!! for!! shady!! info!! because y'know if this place can ressurect her then it's got to have something dodgy going on. Enjoy that, folk. )

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( Should she be nervous? Probably not, but when she arrives at the right door with a toaster (as promised) clutched under her bag and not quite enough of anything in her system to stop her fingers from trembling slightly, she realises she is. She's nervous. Maybe it's normal meeting the sister in law nerves, or just having to talk to yet another sister who knows that you're dead. All of which are very reasonable things to be nervous about!! But Beth still isn't happy enough with that as an explanation.

At any rate there's no good to be had from wasting time on a doorstep, nerves or not. Her knock is quick and precise, a few raps in sharp, fast procession, and then she steps back to wait. It's fine, it's fine, it's fine-- )

Hey, Clara?

( Well it's obviously not Cosima. )

Edited 2017-08-07 05:09 (UTC)

Beth, hi!

[The woman who opens the door is short and cheerful (outwardly, at least), almost too tidy for summer in her clothes and mannerisms. She extends a soft, manicured hand, fitted with a set of rose-gold wedding rings.]

Clara Oswald. Pleased to meet you in person.

[Stepping back, she gestures for Beth to come into the house. It's small, a little cluttered, but bright and full of color. Science books and old novels line the shelves, and a very fat cat is sleeping on one of the sofas.]

[Lingering just behind Clara is Cosima, setting out a tray of cookies from one of her favorite bakeries. (Beth is a special guest and deserves special snacks.)

She waves from her spot perched on the counter, beckoning Beth in as if her own enthusiasm can combat the other woman's nerves.]

You're early!

[She's not, but Cosima's definition of early is unlike anyone else's.]

( As easily as Gwen walks in - not like she owns the place, per se, more like it's just never occurred to her in her life that she shouldn't be anywhere she feels like being - she does look strikingly out of place in a dive like this, polished like a cut stone and looking nothing so much as somebody's princess gone slumming it. And not entirely as stupid as that might suggest, either, because while her dress might pay someone's rent, she's not wearing any jewelry.

Then, of course, there's the companion: approximately 200lbs of incredible crossbreed, a shaggy and oversized animal like someone typed DOG as a bold-faced header, with a suspiciously wolfish looking face, attending closely at her heels and ensuring a healthy amount of personal space around her. She slides into the stool beside Beth and applies a Miss Most Winsome look at the bartender, who appears to recognise her-- )

"This again," ( he says. )

You love him, ( she protests, with such adorable confidence -

that's probably all it is. The barely perceptible pull to her is probably just the hemline of her dress. And he's a good dog, so, like, why would people not want him around? Right? )

"Straight up?"

Straight up, ( relaxing onto one elbow, cigarette and lighter emerging from the clutch strapped to her wrist. Beth merits a glance-- ) You don't mind?

( The smoking. The dog. )

( Beth is, as has become usual for her over the few weeks since arriving here, all ready to spend the night knocking back drinks in silence and either stumbling into a Porter or cruising through the various open spots until the sun rises again and she can make the light of day work to her advantage in getting home without much injury. This particular bar has become one of her favourite places to start, and it's probably just lack of awareness or lucky timing that has kept her from seeing this dog -- and the owner with it -- before.

She's only vaguely aware that the question was actually directed at her, understandably distracted by the sheer size of the dog, but once she realises she quickly blinks at the woman, only a little startled. Honestly, it's no wonder she was given administrative leave as a cop, her skills are quickly plummeting since coming off of the force. )

Mind? ( She echoes, as if the question is in any way ambiguous. It is a little, in Beth's defence, but not that much. ) Oh, right-- nah, it's fine.

( She probably shouldn't pat the giant dog.....but she really wants to. )

What's his name?

( The lighter flicked and cigarette lit - there are benefits to this 'land of the fifties' vibe that Not Exactly America is rocking - she glances down and beams, affectionately, at the monster turning in circles at the bottom of her stool to get himself a comfortable position to lay in.

You know, the one with a good view of the main exits. )

His name is Putin Onaritz, ( yes, really, ) but he answers to Putinka as well.

( She had considered for about thirty seconds after their arrival here naming him something less ostentatiously Russian, but the impulse hadn't stuck and the point remains that he tends to respond to nyet ahead of no anyway. )

And I'm Gwen. Do you want one?

( Cigarette. She taps the case on the bar; silver, probably, with an exquisite engraving of a raised middle finger. Because. She can be friendly, when she feels like it, but her natural habitat isn't exactly 'sweet-tempered'. )

[The only bar Daryl tended to frequent much these days was Granny's. A little off the beaten path and run by Ruby, an imPort herself. It got a fair bit of business from natives wanting to see an imPort, but it was also far enough out from the city at large to give anyone heading there pause unless they really wanted to go. Which meant that despite the tourists, it was quiet and the locals got to enjoy the atmosphere. Including the local imPorts.

Daryl's world pretty much ended in 2011, so what music he knew was either from before that or what he'd picked up upon arrival in this world a year ago. And that meant he went for the classics on the rock'n'roll side. A little Creedence 'looking out my back door' and 'bad moon rising' were his choices before sliding into a seat next to Beth.

She wasn't someone he recognized as a regular, but seeing as how he only came once a week...

He gave her a nod in hello and then ordered the most watered down whiskey he could get.]

[ Laurel was coming out of the coffee shop when she almost knocked into Beth. She's quick enough to stop herself and miraculously not spill any coffee at the same time. And yes, Laurel is the kind of person who would cry over spilt coffee. It was her life blood. ]

Oh, damn! I'm sorry about that!

[ Kaneki has been sniffing around De Chima as well, though he does have a target, which is Heaven Scent. Their building over De Chima is still there and while someone already infiltrated it and got some answers, it doesn't satisfy Kaneki until they all go down. The raid to the main laboratories in Virginia won't happen until later, so he can't barge in just yet, but that doesn't mean he can't keep an eye on the building, who goes in and who leaves, right?

During his stake out, with a coffee cup in his hand, he spots someone who appears to be a bit too suspicious, as well. For a while, he doesn't move, watching the woman in silence and in secret, until he recognizes her.

That's... Beth, right? ]

Beth? [ he approaches quietly and speak softly, not wanting to startle her ]

[ Jaime tends to get along well enough with cops, and that's exactly what Beth looks like to him, scurrying along with her picture and her camera. Most of the time, they're working together, not against each other. But Beth just so happens to be tracking the guilty party into a store that's become near and dear to Jaime's heart, owned by a woman who... may not be here legally, so to speak.

Underneath these circumstances, he thinks that his goodwill towards cops can stand fading a little. ] Hey, what's the deal here? Why're you taking all these photos of Mrs. Casillas' store?

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