Who ⬤ Emily and open! What ⬤ Monthly catchall - clinic work, music club, etc. When ⬤ Over May. Where ⬤ Across the city. Content Warnings ⬤ TBA if needed.
[The youkai indeed looks like a deer caught in headlights, clearly watching Emily pick out the stuffing from the crane. Sholmes watches on with mild interest, unearthing his pipe from his pocket and placing it at his lips to let it hang there loosely. He makes no attempt to pack it nor light it — just the gesture alone is familiar.]
I think you may find—
[If she continues to search, eventually Emily will notice something that is definitely not soft, white stuffing. It is cool to the touch and very much solid; if she pulls it out, unfurling it like a prize to be won (ironically), she will find in her hands a very stunning necklace, weighted with history but well-kept.]
—that there is, indeed, a prize within that prize!
[The young kid youkai ooohs, though likely not understanding the situation in full. The older youkai at the counter presses a hand to his face and groans.]
It seems like our dear fellow here was trying to smuggle his ill-gotten gains away from the scene of the crime, only to regain them when the time was right. It appears he misjudged exactly when that time was.
Particularly not keeping in mind that there are young ones with a certain knack for outwitting these machines and pride to uphold.
[the necklace in her hand, she looks at the situation, and makes a decision.]
Well, sir, since we've found the truth, if there are any more bonuses to be discovered in these dolls, you may as well confess so we might return them to their homes. If you cooperate, we may not see a need to extend this conversation past ourselves.
[to put it lightly, she doesn't want to leap to involving the Department.]
[The young child youkai puffs up a little, proud to take that description onto themself where "outwitting the machines" are concerned.
The other, however, looks as though he might be offended, until something in him deflates, losing all desire to argue the point. Sholmes knows the body language well — the sign of someone caught red-handed, now giving up their deceit.
I… I guess it's obvious enough that I don't exactly work here, he starts, head drooping, eyes looking pitifully upon the necklace in Emily's hand.]
Quite so. Obvious, that is. I do recall seeing a similar, ah, mascot character a few blocks down? In the window of a "host club", is that not right?
[Yeah, that's right. Our manager went a little nuts on marketing last month, so we had too many of these plushies to know what to do with. Clients could purchase one, but who's going to buy a stuffed animal when you could just drown yourself in drinks, you know?
Anyway, we decided to just get rid of 'em, ship them off to a local arcade; at least it's free marketing that way, too. But… he trails off.]
But you saw an opportunity, didn't you? To steal from one of your apparent clients?
[A long pause. A long sigh. Yeah. Yeah, it was too tempting not to give it a shot — figured I could smuggle it out inside one of these cranes and swing by to retrieve it later. It's the only one; I didn't stuff jewelry in any more. Promise. You can check if you want.]
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I think you may find—
[If she continues to search, eventually Emily will notice something that is definitely not soft, white stuffing. It is cool to the touch and very much solid; if she pulls it out, unfurling it like a prize to be won (ironically), she will find in her hands a very stunning necklace, weighted with history but well-kept.]
—that there is, indeed, a prize within that prize!
[The young kid youkai ooohs, though likely not understanding the situation in full. The older youkai at the counter presses a hand to his face and groans.]
It seems like our dear fellow here was trying to smuggle his ill-gotten gains away from the scene of the crime, only to regain them when the time was right. It appears he misjudged exactly when that time was.
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[the necklace in her hand, she looks at the situation, and makes a decision.]
Well, sir, since we've found the truth, if there are any more bonuses to be discovered in these dolls, you may as well confess so we might return them to their homes. If you cooperate, we may not see a need to extend this conversation past ourselves.
[to put it lightly, she doesn't want to leap to involving the Department.]
no subject
The other, however, looks as though he might be offended, until something in him deflates, losing all desire to argue the point. Sholmes knows the body language well — the sign of someone caught red-handed, now giving up their deceit.
I… I guess it's obvious enough that I don't exactly work here, he starts, head drooping, eyes looking pitifully upon the necklace in Emily's hand.]
Quite so. Obvious, that is. I do recall seeing a similar, ah, mascot character a few blocks down? In the window of a "host club", is that not right?
[Yeah, that's right. Our manager went a little nuts on marketing last month, so we had too many of these plushies to know what to do with. Clients could purchase one, but who's going to buy a stuffed animal when you could just drown yourself in drinks, you know?
Anyway, we decided to just get rid of 'em, ship them off to a local arcade; at least it's free marketing that way, too. But… he trails off.]
But you saw an opportunity, didn't you? To steal from one of your apparent clients?
[A long pause. A long sigh. Yeah. Yeah, it was too tempting not to give it a shot — figured I could smuggle it out inside one of these cranes and swing by to retrieve it later. It's the only one; I didn't stuff jewelry in any more. Promise. You can check if you want.]