Detective Rosa Diaz (
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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."

Sign In - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Listen to the Lecture - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Talk to the Teacher - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
OOC - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Bonus points calling in Sergeant Peanut Butter for backup.
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Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Someone was maybe too used to having an excessive budget funded by the taxpayers of Hawai'i.
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"Also," she felt compelled to add, "it could have still started out as a robbery, it's just that the thieves really sucked at their job. One of the biggest lessons I've learned in my career is that most people do."
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
Normal things to need at an investigation!
"Criminals are generally pretty stupid," Steve agreed, surveying the scene. "Think they tried to get them in the truck, had 'em spook and race towards the cliff?"
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
There was, however, a small pause.
"Does the drone have grenades, too?"
Look, it was an important question if she was going to include it into the sim!
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"How many horses are missing?" she asked. "And since I, uh, also brought a drone, I'm gonna send it after the trailer tracks?"
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
"Oh!" came the waving voice of the middle-aged ranch over, waving her straw hat in front of her to cool down her frayed nerves. "I don't know what I'd do if I don't get my dear precious Warm Vanilla Sugar back!"
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
You know, the bottom of that gorge was starting to sound pretty good.
"'Scuse me, ma'am," she called to the rancher. "Was there anybody who was interested in Warm Vanilla Sugar? Buying him off you or anything?"
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
"Well," she said, "at least it's got guns. Let's set it up and send it out."
And if Rosa was setting up a drone with guns, she was setting up a drone with guns, and as it followed the trail of hooves out toward the gorge,it would find that the trail did, indeed, end when reaching the impressively steep and deep canyon. The ground at the end of the trail was a mess, clearly a lot of chaos had happened there, bit a dip down into the gorge would, thankfully,not reveal a pile of dead horses. Just a lone coyote who looked like he got caught in the middle of some nefarious act before barking at the drone and then scampering off.
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
"Oh," the rancher sighed and shook her head and threw up her hands in frustration, "just about pretty much everyone! And who can blame 'em? Quintuple crown winner, most years , and still going strong! Everyone's got their eye on a stallion like that! The Fugelsteins down the way, those Appledorn boys, and don't even get me started on those damn lawyers from the Bath and Body Works legal division!"
Re: Class Activity: The Case of the Missing Horses - SYWTBAD, 02/02.
"Any of them live or have property in that direction?" she asked, pointing towards the highway where the tracks had gone.
"Honestly, rather than thinking like a horse, I wish we had a hunting dog," she added, more to herself. "A trailer from a horse farm? Bet that's gonna leave a scent trail for a bit. Couldn't have them track on the highway itself, but maybe around the exits..."
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