CSI: Furdom

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Believe it or not you can buy the SOG at the weapons shop in Knotts' Berry Farm. Of course, you can also buy fossils there...It's my favorite themepark. The knuckledusters are just for show or if you need hand to hand gear. Enjoy!" Jude's tail wagged, and she chuckled.

[Arke]

He approached Jude, shaking lightly. "Why did I rent The Shining... Oh yeah, we've got a lead on that stolen cow. Someone saw a truck fitting that description near a warehouse on the southside."

[Jude Wolfshiem]

He approached Jude, shaking lightly. "Why did I rent The Shining... Oh yeah, we've got a lead on that stolen cow. Someone saw a truck fitting that description near a warehouse on the southside."

"Excellent. Let's go." Jude trotted towards the garage, picking up equipment as she walked.

[Vosur Aekira]

He picked up the remaining pieces of equipment and went out the door to venture to the place where Jude mentioned. "Well... time to go see how she is doing." He begins walking down the street with the cane in hand.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

"Have fun Vosur."

((I am going to my Dad's High School Reunion BBQ later today in case you wonder where I vanished to. GO CRESPI!))

[Vosur Aekira]

He continued walking until he came across 42933 Dreles Avenue, looking at it to make sure he was at the right place. Looking up to see the Nesting Egg sign, he nods and ventures in. The first person he saw was a large male human about twice Vosur's size... a possible football player in his younger years by appearance. "Is Miss Ostakoli currently here?"

The large man nodded and went away to the back of the building.

A few seconds after the man left, the Russian Blue neko stepped out in a formal uniform for her work. "Well, hello Mister Aekira... I take it you wish to be served at a table, right?" She bows to him and leads him to a table.

Following her lead, he sits at a corner table with only two seats. "Care to join me?"

She nods and sits down. "What business did you wish to discuss with me?"

((To be continued... can't think at the moment))

[Jude Wolfshiem]

Jude drove off, wishing Dave hadn't got that emergency call. "Oh well," she thought, "I'll just cruise."

[Vosur Aekira]

Their conversation continued.  "Business seems to be going really well for you... and I mean your 'side job'. How do you keep it from everyone else?"

She murrs slightly as she started to run her leg along his. "Well, funding for it is really good at this time of year. Is 'business' all you want to talk about?" She smirks at him.

"Not all I want to talk about... but just the 'main thing' if I plan on investing time and effort with you." He reaches to her and places a his hand-like paw on hers. "But let's keep to business first, shall we?"

"Well of course..." She teasingly let her claws slightly extend and retract in his hand. "Why don't we eat while we discuss this?"

"As you wish, and go on ahead and buy what you want to eat." ((I'm having to piece it bit by bit as story progresses))

[Jude Wolfshiem]

((you're really good at this))

Jude continued to drive, the CD player blasting songs from all her favorite musicals, from Avenue Q to Wicked, and everything in between.
Evita, RENT, Seussical, Mame, Lion King, Phantom of the Opera, GodSpell, and even Oklahoma played through their soundtracks, plus many other plays, and she sang along not missing a lyric, singing even duets by herself.

((i'm totally doing this right now))

[Vosur Aekira]

((We need more people though... we only have so much percent of the whole RP actually going.))

"Good thing we have quite a few cultural delacacies in here..." She does the claw extend-retract again and looks to a waiter. "I'll have a sushi plate..." She then looks to Vosur. "What'll you have... Darling."

He raises an eyebrow with a slight smirk and then looks to the waiter also. "I think I'll have the Yakisoba. And do please bring a set of chopsticks."

The waiter writes down the two orders and wanders off.

"Shall we continue business, Miss?" He looks to her again.

"Marie will do, Vosur." She nods and lets a claw tap on the table, her claws still being metal. "I see that you don't like to be 'defenseless' either." Giggles slightly after her statement.

"Comes with the territory... we are in the presence of those.... 'hairless apes'..." ((I'm going to have to time it bit by bit...x.x;;; ))

[Jude Wolfshiem]

((be nice to the humans, or we'll get more damn antiFur websites... We need a good PR team...))
Jude continued driving, went through a drivethrough Starbucks ((i love and hate you commercialism..)) and happily sipped her Pumpkin Spice Venti Latte and ate her blueberry zuchinni muffin.

((i'm going to go advertise our thread))

[Vosur Aekira]

((Hey... I'm playing the part of an 'undercover agent'.... he's gotta make it look like he's 'joining the anti-human group'...))

"True, Darling..." She looks to the waiter, who sets down both of the orders and immediately leaves. "Shall we eat?"

"Of course." He picks up his chopsticks and easily begins picking up noodles from his Yakisoba.

((And my cue to cut out, only to do last-minute checks before I start setting up to crash))

[Arke]

He had left his cruiser just outside the storage area, and was patroling the grounds on foot. He had checked the eastern side of the warehouse, and so far could not find the trunk cab. The caller had said the flatbed was somewhere near warehouse 18, though he had checked that particular warehouse three times and foun not so much as tire tracks. He was more than a bit irritated that the call, which came from one of the guard posts on the premisis, could be so horribly inaccurate. And of course, finding himself wandering the dark corridors that made up the space between the warehouses, he cursed himself for watching 'The Shining'. Half-way between a 'What was I thinking' and a 'Holy **** Jack Nicholson is creepy', he stumbled across a red fox in a security uniform lying in a pool of his own blood. He grabbed his radio and called it in.

[Jude Wolfshiem]

He had left his cruiser just outside the storage area, and was patroling the grounds on foot. He had checked the eastern side of the warehouse, and so far could not find the trunk cab. The caller had said the flatbed was somewhere near warehouse 18, though he had checked that particular warehouse three times and foun not so much as tire tracks. He was more than a bit irritated that the call, which came from one of the guard posts on the premisis, could be so horribly inaccurate. And of course, finding himself wandering the dark corridors that made up the space between the warehouses, he cursed himself for watching 'The Shining'. Half-way between a 'What was I thinking' and a 'Holy **** Jack Nicholson is creepy', he stumbled across a red fox in a security uniform lying in a pool of his own blood. He grabbed his radio and called it in.

The radio broke in through Jude's Broadway tunes, and she swerved, doing a 180 turn and racing back towards where the warehouse was. She pulled in minutes later, paramedics following. "Dave?! Dave?!"

[Arke]

He had left his cruiser just outside the storage area, and was patroling the grounds on foot. He had checked the eastern side of the warehouse, and so far could not find the trunk cab. The caller had said the flatbed was somewhere near warehouse 18, though he had checked that particular warehouse three times and foun not so much as tire tracks. He was more than a bit irritated that the call, which came from one of the guard posts on the premisis, could be so horribly inaccurate. And of course, finding himself wandering the dark corridors that made up the space between the warehouses, he cursed himself for watching 'The Shining'. Half-way between a 'What was I thinking' and a 'Holy **** Jack Nicholson is creepy', he stumbled across a red fox in a security uniform lying in a pool of his own blood. He grabbed his radio and called it in.

The radio broke in through Jude's Broadway tunes, and she swerved, doing a 180 turn and racing back towards where the warehouse was. She pulled in minutes later, paramedics following. "Dave?! Dave?!"

"Over here!" He approached her and sighed, pointing the paramedics to the inured fox. "He's pretty badly hurt, but he doesn't look like he's been shot. I think whoever did this was the person who made the 911 call, because I can't find that truck anywhere." He lowered his voice and growled a bit. "They're toying with us. They didn't have to call us over here, and he sure as hell didn't..."