The Causeway, Monday Morning

[fjordicswagger]

Water crashing against the rocks. Seagulls screaming overhead. An island jutting up out of the sea, looking a lot like it didn't belong here at all. That took Tamsin back. Europe. Seagull crap.

"Charming," she muttered.

She crossed the stretch from the parking lot to the causeway with her dufflebag slung over one shoulder, the belt cutting into her blue leather jacket. The weight was fine, the strain wasn't. Wasn't so much that she couldn't carry it, rather that she was getting - ugh - old. Now that was something worth feeling nostalgic about.

She dropped the bag once her feet hit the island proper and rolled her shoulders. The Morrigan hadn't been so kind as to tell her where the hell she was going to live. The island had better not be as crowded as it looked - maybe she could jimmy a lock somewhere. Or... live in her car. Appealing. Really. She wrinkled her nose.

"And there's the rotting fish."

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[playsforkepesh]

One of the least annoying tasks that Sam occasionally had to do as the manager of the Portalocity office was showing people to the causeway, which, given that this was an island and finding the way off of it should be fairly straightforward, said a lot about how annoying some of her other tasks were.

In any event, she was on her way back across the land bridge toward the island when she spotted a less-than-thrilled woman with a bag at her feet - the clear mark of a newbie.

"What, you mean you aren't a fan of fish smell?" she joked, feigning shock. "It's right up there with new car and freshly-cut flowers, for me."

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Tamsin's nose unwrinkled as she turned around. Eh. Human, by the looks of it, though you never knew. "Then you must have really come to the right place," she drawled.

[playsforkepesh]

"Oh, I thank my lucky stars every day for this assignment," Sam assured her. "Where else could I smell rotting fish, squirrels and other dubious examples of wildlife all day long? It's a real blessing."

Despite the sarcasm, she was smiling, though. Sam was good-natured... just about always. "Samantha Traynor," she said, holding out a hand. "I take it a 'welcome to town' is in order?"

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Tamsin crossed her arms. "Tamsin," she said. Wasn't sure if she even wanted to give the girl that, but fuck it. "All I need is directions to the police station. If you can even fit a station on this rock."

[playsforkepesh]

Ooookay. Sam dropped her arm to her side.

"Straight ahead, past Apocalypse, then a right on Black Swan Drive," she said promptly. "The local street names are a little... quirky."

You know. Just a bit.

"Actually, I'll just show you."

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"Thanks." That... didn't sound completely genuine. "Your force can't be big."

[playsforkepesh]

"My guess is you're right," Sam agreed, starting in the direction of the trooper station. "I haven't seen much of them, honestly; the local crime rate is, well, either quite high or quite low, depending on how you look at it, but either way I don't think the police are called in very much. Are you going there to report something?"

That didn't seem quite right.

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"No, I'm the new detective," Tamsin said, filing all that information away for later use. "I start later this week. Guess I've got some cleaning up to do."

Ugh.

[playsforkepesh]

Sam gave her a somewhat sympathetic grimace. "Well, at least you won't be bored," she offered. "I'm relatively new to town myself and I thought I'd be bored here." She paused, just a little bit dramatically. "Not so much."

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"Being bored wasn't really the first thing I was worried about," Tamsin said. Though, taking a look at the place - it was starting to be. "Why?"

[playsforkepesh]

"It's got the air of an uneventful small town, doesn't it?" Sam said, nodding as though Tamsin's expression didn't surprise her. "But there's all sorts of critters and... I want to say 'supernatural happenings,' but not if it'll make you think I'm on heavy drugs."

[fjordicswagger]

Absolutely not in the slightest. "Riiight," Tamsin drawled. She wasn't going to straight out lie here, but, y'know what, she wasn't the sharing type.