[right][h3]The Fed Zone[/h3]10:51 am, Saturday
November 6th
[sub][@Rabidporcupine] & [@Zoro][/sub][/right][indent][h3]D.[/h3][/indent]


Duskwick had some old antique charm to it that made D feel more like a paranormal investigator from an Hollywood Production, which made her feel like some star to an unknown B-movie plot. The town was odd but fashionable, and the motel room had that little small town spark to it. She had even taken and sent a picture of the motel front to her father (who replied, [i][color=gray]Take care D and don't do anything stupid[/color])[/i] and her best friend Aubrey (to which she had not received any sort of response, aside from a [color=gray][i]message read[/i][/color] tag underneath her text) last night. She had wanted more positive responses, but nonetheless, the whole town was still fascinating and kind of cute to her. In fact, although she had packed some nonperishable food items for the stay, she found herself curiously wandering the place and into The Fed, which had that spooky-cliche appearance like the rest of the town.

Her body pushed opened the door, and lugged her large case with her, wheeling it like a nice, loyal pet. The contents were something like her laser gun, x-ray goggles, video camera,voice recorder, flashlight, wipes, and a notebook with a pen. The largeness was mostly to give her laser gun some extra stretching room. The bad boy was getting old, and she wanted to make sure he had a good leg each time she used him. She continued her way inside, looking around, the tile on the floor, the light fixtures, the ordering line, and — the billboard. Her eyes glanced at her case. A half-smile settled on her face with a small nod to no one, [color=gray][i]"Clues,"[/i][/color] she whispered to herself, a non-audience. Her boots took several steps forward, quickly gliding both D and her case over, towards the Missing Signs. 

D stopped in front of the billboard and gently let her luggage stand still without her guiding hand.  Her half-smile faded into a small smirk as she leaned closely, inspecting each letter with wonderment. She squinted her eyes as she stared at the advertisements and signs and quietly mouthed the words that she was reading:

[center][h3][u]		The Fed Bulletin Board		[/u][/h3][/center]

[color=silver][indent][indent][quote][i]Make contact with passed loved ones, professional and discreet: 846-5317

UFO sighting party, Mill Creek Park, Nov 6, 10 pm -- free to attend

Protection charms, crafted and enchanted by the Green Sisters' Coven, available now at Ivy Arts on Brightwell

Town Hall meeting, Nov 8, 6 pm: Duskwick Sheriff Chang will give an update on ongoing missing persons investigations[/i][/quote][/indent][/indent][/color]

Pulling her index finger and her thumb to her chin, she pressed her lips against each other and let out a deferential sigh, [color=gray]"This is so fucking cool."[/color] Her hand left her chin and slid into the pocket of her beige jersey pants and pulled out her mobile to snatch a picture of the news updates. D paused in thought, noticing that Aubrey still had not responded to her message. Midterms were about to happen for Aubrey, but D was rarely ever aware of academic schedules, having been a solid C student for most of her school career. [color=gray]"Say, 'Cheese,'"[/color] D winked her right eye and motioned her hand for an invisible aperture adjustment, as to allude some pretend manual-focus of a make-believe digital camera with all the cool specs. After several seconds of this charade, a picture was captured, [color=gray]"Looking good, Pollyanna"[/color] her eyes admired the beauty of the maladjusted contrast on the wording and nodded to herself.  

D raised her mobile, again, and this time, with better focus and steadier hands, she began taking pictures of the missing person fliers. When she was finished, she tucked the device back into her pocket and looked around the restaurant. she tilted sideways and grasped the handle of her brown case, once again, pondering if she should seat herself. D noticed several different casts of characters. One not-so-in-particularly was a man with a laptop and several missing posters at his fingertips. He looked pretty well nestled into his position. D watched him for a small bit and then noted other people who appeared to have similar interests. It was as if she was right at home, [color=gray][i]I wonder if any of them work for The Agency.[/i][/color] A small frown set on her face. It would be like them to send several investigators and not give any of them each other's contact information. 

While she thought about where to sit, she realized there was a line and automatically, in a mechanical manner turned herself towards the line, gently pressing her interests into the commotion she had wavered in acknowledging upon entering the joint, catching the tail end of a some guy's small lecture about happiness and sadness or emotions. He was wearing Google Glasses, which made D feel a little envious, but then she remembered that her goggles had their own special functions that outweighed the pros of Google Glasses:

[indent][indent][quote][color=silver]"—it's a solid wall of missing person fliers, well, then people more or less ignore it all together or even when they do look at it there's too many faces and names to remember and they end up remembering nothing. It also sets the mood to be depressed, something I think this town doesn't need any more of right now."[/color][/quote][/indent][/indent]

D raised a brow,[color=gray]"Those are a pretty slick pair of Google Glasses there, Mr. Hotshot"[/color] she interrupted their pseudo-conversation and inched herself and her case closer to him, [color=gray]"You've got to tell me how you got 'em."[/color] She looked up at him, pondering how to properly ask if he could get her a pair. He had to be out of his mind or an extremely suspicious character if he wanted everyone to forget about the paranormal activity. She was not sure which hypothesis she preferred. If he was out of his mind stupid, then she could land herself a pair of Google Glasses, but if he was part of the problem, then she could have herself a decent lead.