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[turn4bout]

[ KNOCK. KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKERS. Someone's pounding on your door. Might want to open it up. You wouldn't want to keep the FBI waiting, would you?

There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.

And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]

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[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

I ASK THE QUESTIONS HERE.

[ Pause. wait we are building positive CR here whoops ]

They've tread on the ground of crimes and guilt. Tell me if you smell anything illegal.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

No, this is a joke, and it's absolutely hilarious. Watch my mouth as I laugh. [ FROWN. ]

Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I suggest you invite us into your hiveunit.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Terezi pulls her out, flashing it upside down. ]

Agent Sonny. You, too.

I AM LATER SO IT IS OKAY

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

You. [ Terezi nudges her foot in the door, shoving her face all up in Poland's business. ]

And the activities you may or may not have been participating in.

[cull-means-care.livejournal.com]

[Which is pretty intimidating when it's Terezi]

I was just swimming along and there were dead whales. Which is a shame, even though I think it's a little impolite to call the people who like them bitches, but my lusus has to eat and my leaving them wouldn't have changed that they were dead.

Have you spoken to Eridan?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean flashes his badge right-side-up, all serious business and no-nonsense.]

Can we come in?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

We have reason to believe that the neighborhood smells are incredibly suspicious and hiding things from federal agents and police forces alike.

[He cracks his knuckles. Not for show, but because he just likes to.]

Yay!

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[Poland leans back a little, not moving to close or open the door. Whoooa, personal space!]

What, like, ever?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

We have yet to question him. What makes you think he's involved?

[Dean adjusts his shades, because even though they're inside, sunglasses are still cool.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Or are you shifting the blame? Hmmmm?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean just stares, waiting.

This is serious business, man.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Ever.

[He pulls out his badge. Fed protocol, dude.]

I'm Agent Astaire. This is Agent Rogers.

[urnewkingbitch.livejournal.com]

Shit, no need to yell, girl, I'm like five feet in front of you.

[Moving on~]

Aight, simple enough. Anythin' else for me?

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Good day, sir. We've got a few questions for you, if you've got the time. We're pretty sure you've got the time, though. So I suggest you don't resist.

[ pap. terezi is papping her badge at poland. ]

[reckless-eagle.livejournal.com]

[A mystery game? Sounds like a fun distraction from all the wah-wah-my-boyfriend-dropped angst lately!]

Sure, totes! Like, come on in--watch your step, it's been way messy in here lately.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

Feed us. We've been doing this FBI thing for, like, two hours now. And these shoes are terrible. And I'm hungry.

[cull-means-care.livejournal.com]

What? No! It's just that he gave me a whale before so maybe when it didn't work the first time he decided he just needed to give me more whales.

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

No you may not.

Ask your questions.

[action is shut up linda]

[akapeanut.livejournal.com]

You fucking bitches, you don't know what you're doing.

[She stands aside accommodatingly though. Gotta RP, after all.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ wow r u d e

Terezi shares a knowing glance with the space a little to the left of Dean. It says "look at this douchebag, he is so fucking illegal, let's bust 'em."

She sticks her foot in the door. ]

Where were you on the night of August?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

Burgers.

[Dean agrees, because interrogating is hard work.]

And a cold beer.

...but not for her.

[Pointed look at Terezi!mun.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

So Eridan's been dealing in whales, lately?

[He gives Terezi the suspicious side-eye and then looks back to their victim questionable suspect.]

Pretty heavy contraband, dontcha think?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[They stroll in all slick and smooth, oilier than the grease in a used car salesman's hair.]

What can you tell us about your recent...activities?

[A beat.]

Nighttime activities.

[action is wait I forgot my line]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

HQ might beg to differ.

[They enter, and Dean assesses the area assessingly.]

This murder is serious goddamn business.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean shares an equally meaningful and important glance with Terezi- Or, well. He would if she could "see."]

And don't dance around the subject.