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fandomhigh2024-02-02 05:29 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2024-02-02 05:29 am
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So You Want to Be a Detective; Friday, First Period [02/02].
Class that day was being set up on an equestrian ranch, because Rosa Diaz thought she was hilarious.
And, let's face it, this was going to be a much more interesting set up than what she'd originally hand planned, which involved a missing groundhog and what they were all going to do about it. Honestly, she still felt that was a good one (and topical) but this one? Was much better. (And also topical!)
So there she was, standing in front of one of the stables, rocking a black cowboy hat and some leather chaps because when hot and in Rome.... and she gestured toward the open gate behind her.
"So we've been called down here to this horse stable," she said, "because in the middle of the night, someone broke the lock on the gates and opened up all the stalls and either let every single horse loose or stole them, we're not really sure, especially since there's a trail of horse hooves leading that way," she pointed out the hoof-prints in the dusty trail and followed it to the valley beyond, "toward the gorge, which could be trouble, because gorges and horses aren't a great mix. However, there's also trailer tracks," and now she pointed out those as well, and followed them in the opposite direction, "leading down the highway that the owner of this here fine horse establishment insists don't belong to any ve-hicle," yeah, she did have to say it like that, she was doing a whole bit, can't you tell?, "she owns.
"So," she concluded, "what happened? How can we start figuring out this mystery? So far, we've worked on interrogating witnesses and searching for clues, but what else can we do to help point us in the right direction? Maybe the key here is to just get into the mind of our victims. Try to think like a horse. Try to imagine what it might be like to be a horse."
And now she smirked, openly and unapologetically.
"I'm sure some of you know what that might be like, huh?"
Why, yes, this whole set-up was to poke fun at the people who turned into horses yesterday.
Sure, she had been one herself, but you know what? She owned that shit.
"Let's get started, yeah? Giddy-up, cowboys. Yee-haw."
And, let's face it, this was going to be a much more interesting set up than what she'd originally hand planned, which involved a missing groundhog and what they were all going to do about it. Honestly, she still felt that was a good one (and topical) but this one? Was much better. (And also topical!)
So there she was, standing in front of one of the stables, rocking a black cowboy hat and some leather chaps because when hot and in Rome.... and she gestured toward the open gate behind her.
"So we've been called down here to this horse stable," she said, "because in the middle of the night, someone broke the lock on the gates and opened up all the stalls and either let every single horse loose or stole them, we're not really sure, especially since there's a trail of horse hooves leading that way," she pointed out the hoof-prints in the dusty trail and followed it to the valley beyond, "toward the gorge, which could be trouble, because gorges and horses aren't a great mix. However, there's also trailer tracks," and now she pointed out those as well, and followed them in the opposite direction, "leading down the highway that the owner of this here fine horse establishment insists don't belong to any ve-hicle," yeah, she did have to say it like that, she was doing a whole bit, can't you tell?, "she owns.
"So," she concluded, "what happened? How can we start figuring out this mystery? So far, we've worked on interrogating witnesses and searching for clues, but what else can we do to help point us in the right direction? Maybe the key here is to just get into the mind of our victims. Try to think like a horse. Try to imagine what it might be like to be a horse."
And now she smirked, openly and unapologetically.
"I'm sure some of you know what that might be like, huh?"
Why, yes, this whole set-up was to poke fun at the people who turned into horses yesterday.
Sure, she had been one herself, but you know what? She owned that shit.
"Let's get started, yeah? Giddy-up, cowboys. Yee-haw."
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