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( closed. ) and the winners get to rewrite history.
WHO: Celeste Winters, Colin Locke, Terra Branford, Yuuri Katsuki
WHEN: January 21
WHERE: The LA County District Attorney's office
WHAT: After receiving a tip from Celeste, the Phantom Thieves investigate a newly uncovered palace, and recruit a new team member.
WARNINGS: Putting up a cursory PG-13 rating on this. This might change depending on which direction this log takes. CWs will be added as necessary.
[ But since Locke went through enough trouble of returning her note, it would be rude not to meet him there. The lack of foresight on his end did give Celeste pause, however; didn't he realize that he only made himself look even more suspicious coming here, especially during off hours? She wasn't exaggerating about his reputation, after all. Even if this was a public space.
He really is good at making a statement, even when it's disadvantageous. It's like nothing has changed.
At least Celeste looks like she's supposed to be here, heels clicking as she briskly makes her way toward the courtyard of the district attorney's office, her gaze periodically flicking down to her smart watch. 2:58 PM—he better get here soon, or else she's leaving. ]
WHEN: January 21
WHERE: The LA County District Attorney's office
WHAT: After receiving a tip from Celeste, the Phantom Thieves investigate a newly uncovered palace, and recruit a new team member.
WARNINGS: Putting up a cursory PG-13 rating on this. This might change depending on which direction this log takes. CWs will be added as necessary.
[ But since Locke went through enough trouble of returning her note, it would be rude not to meet him there. The lack of foresight on his end did give Celeste pause, however; didn't he realize that he only made himself look even more suspicious coming here, especially during off hours? She wasn't exaggerating about his reputation, after all. Even if this was a public space.
He really is good at making a statement, even when it's disadvantageous. It's like nothing has changed.
At least Celeste looks like she's supposed to be here, heels clicking as she briskly makes her way toward the courtyard of the district attorney's office, her gaze periodically flicking down to her smart watch. 2:58 PM—he better get here soon, or else she's leaving. ]
NOW PLAYING:
DREAMS OF SATURN - ACID JAZZ GUITARIST
DREAMS OF SATURN - ACID JAZZ GUITARIST
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"No problem. Celeste, this is Yuuri and Terra. They're gonna help us out. Help you out, I should say. I hope you don't have any lingering admiration for your boss, 'cause he's a real piece of work as you're about to see."
He looks around to confirm that there is nobody around, which is fortunately the case. Not many people trying to visit the DA's office on a Sunday if they can avoid it, after all. Satisfied, he turns and looks her dead on.
"Time to show me if you can stand by your justice. Norman Phelps. DA's Office. Opium Den."
The phone responds in a clinical, detached feminine voice. "Beginning navigation."
The world seems to tilt and shift, as the functional, plain offices of the DA begin to change.