derp_detective: (It's like I'm a film noir detective!)
[It's another day in Mayfield alright. Well, except it's the fourth of July. So that means no work for Gumshoe to go to, for one thing. And to be honest, he does enjoy a holiday like this. So what if he's stuck in a crazy suburban prison? Might as well try and make the best of it for today.]

[Action | 1449 Mitchell Road]

[Gumshoe is actually up like usually, hard to change habit after all. But he figured since he's up, he'd make some food for his not!Family. If anything, it sure would be good to show Ness that they _do_ have food here.]

[Action | Around town]

[If you run into Gumshoe today, you'll see him pretty chipper and upbeat. Making small talk with anybody who talks to him, even the drones. He mostly seems to be running errands here and there if anyone asks, but he's also checking to see if there's going to be fireworks later.

He's also carrying a small bag with him. Turns out he found a good deal on sparklers and any time he sees some kids, you can see him offering them some of the safe fireworks to play with today.]

[Pretty much everywhere]

[All in all, Gumshoe is just being Gumshoe. Which, if you watch him for a bit or think about it, it isn't actually much different from your average drone. Maybe you should talk to him be sure? But then, what if he is?]
derp_detective: (Have to pay attention to the details)
 [The sounds of carpentry can be heard around Mitchell Road. Specifically from the house at 1449. The small garage beside it is open, and Missile, the ever faithful dog, is laying down in the shade of the door's slight overhang. Inside of course is a figure dress for the task at hand as he pares down a large bit of plywood with hand tools. Nearby are some cans of paint, unopened, but marked with what colors are inside. There appears to be a lot of light blue.

Yes, Gumshoe is making something. What he's making may be obvious to some, but looks more like some surrealist nightmare at the moment. This doesn't seem to bother Gumshoe though, as he focuses on his project, seemingly oblivious to his surrounding.]

[[Small edit and OCC note: In case you're wondering what the final product will be, here's a YouTube link of the Blue Badger in action. No music for it though. Yet.]]
derp_detective: (Quit that!)
 [Gumshoe is heading down the sidewalk, Missile close by and on a leash. While he seems to be his usually cheery self, there's a bit of determination in his stride, an envelope in his free hand. He also seems to be in a conversation with his canine compatriot, despite the fact that Missile doesn't speak back.]

"...Not that I don't enjoy the paycheck, but that job isn't really me, you know Missile? And I mean I bet they could use a hand or someone with my experience since there doesn't seem to be any police officers around anywhere. At the very least, it wouldn't hurt to ask, right?"

[And with that question, Gumshoe arrives in front of his destination: the Police Station. He takes a breath, lets it out, and opens the door.

Or would have if it wasn't locked. He gives the door another tug. Yep. Locked.]

"Huh, that's odd."

[Gumshoe looks around the front of the building. He even places his ear to the door to see if he can hear any movement inside. Not only does it seem to be locked up, but there seems to be nobody inside. This is a little puzzling to Gumshoe as he stands in front of the door, scratching his head. Did he have the wrong building? Gumshoe glances around the street again as Missile sits patiently beside him.]

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