fandomtownies | Diaz & Ass.; Monday [08/07].

So, there'd been some whispers (well, mostly chitters) around town about some missing people (and one missing chipmunk), and since Diaz & Associates did have a particular (unfortunate) track record with animal-related cases (she would never get over the fact that it was a goddamn chicken that one time, but what did she expect? Taking a case from a chimp?), all of this had, eventually, trickled down to Rosa.

Who was mostly having a hard time caring because so far none of it had that much personal relevance to her, but at the same time, she was bored, and if this was going to turn into a weird Fandom thing, then she'd might as well try to get in front of it a little, and she was pretty sure Lester was taking the initiative on some of it, too, and, well...

So she figured, if anything, she could at least scour through some radio broadcasts for some sort of idea if this was a thing, or just a weird set out coincidences that had nothing to do with each other.

Not like she had anything better to do with her time right now, anyway.

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"Miss Diaz," Watts greeted, as he made his way in to her office. "If I might have a few moments of your time."

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Rosa lifted a brow as she popped the earpod that was running the radio broadcasts out of her ear and took a moment to place who this even was (not out of lack of awareness, but out of an abundance of apathy, really) before she nodded. "Yeah," she said, leaning back in her chair and nodding toward one of the ones in front of the desk. "Sure. Have a seat; what's on your mind?"

"A number of things, but only one of them is relevant in this moment: the apparent disappearance of several denizens of the islands."

"Oh," Rosa's feet found their way onto the desk, as she lifted up one of the flyers from the other day, "are you friends with Charles, too?"

"We haven't met, no," Watts said. "But his friends did come to me to report him missing on Friday. And he isn't the only one." A beat. "Well, he's the only chipmunk so far as I know. The other missing persons are human."

Or at least they were until today, but in his defense he a) didn't know Alara and b) didn't know she was missing yet.

"Yeah, I kind of got the feeling Charles here was a bit of an outlier," Rosa said, with a sigh as she set the flyer back down again. "You got a list of exactly who? I've really only had Charles' buddies come to me with concerns, but combing through the radio, so far, I've got about three. Around here, that's less of a concern and more of a Shit That Sometimes Happens situation."

But that was just going off of radio, because if it weren't for those squirrels, she probably wouldn't even be paying much attention to it, at this point. After all, Blackstone was still around, and she was usually sort of Rosa's gauge for these sorts of things, she always seemed to get sucked into them somehow.

"So far my list includes Mr. Prompto Argentum, Mr. Gladiolus Amicitia, Miss Josephine Jones, and possibly Mr. Eliot Waugh," Watts said.

"Didn't have Jones," said Rosa, pointing a finger to make a mental note of it, because she was a cool person, therefor would not be writing it down. "But other than that, yeah, Big Guy and Spaz with the Camera and probably this Eliot person, I don't know who that is."

Rosa, you'd literally met him several times.

"She failed to report for her library shift, which is out of character from what I gather," Watts told her.

He also didn't actually know who Eliot was, but then, he had the defense of having met him none times.

"Mmm, library nerd missing a shift." Rosa nodded, as if this was a commonly occurring matter for these situations. "Definitely not a good sign. You guys down at the station got any theories or leads cooking?"

Watts reached into his jacket pocket to pull out a handful of what looked like torn scraps of paper.

(Because that's exactly what it was.)

He shuffled through them until he found the one he was looking for. "There were reports of missing items- shoes, kitchenware, various other tchotchkes. The original theory was that they were connected to the people disappearing but that seems to... not be so."

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Rosa arched a brow at the scraps of paper, half-wondering how many would end up being left behind without Watts having noticed they'd been dropped.

"A secondary, unrelated crime wave? Or maybe one to lead us off the trail of the missing persons...Either way, not very helpful. What about the last known whereabouts? Anything there?"

Oh, a few, certainly. In fact he was holding a few of those scraps out for her to take just now.

If she didn't, he'd let them flutter to her desk while he reached back into his jacket's inside pocket for his notebook.

"Last known whereabouts? Their respective places of residence," he told her.

Once Rosa realized the scraps of paper were coming her way regardless, she hastily reached out to take them before they all ended up scattered all over her desk.

"That's ...helpful," she said wryly. "You send troopers to scope those residences out yet? To look for maybe patterns or anything else that might hint at a connection?"

"Mmm, ~~super handwavily~~ yes," Watts nodded. "Nothing regarding the missing persons was discovered, but that was how they solved the case regarding the stolen items." Which was better than nothing, he supposed, but really hadn't been the priority for anyone except the Bee Lady, who'd been bereft regarding her missing keychain.

"Well," said Rosa, spreading out a few of Watts' scraps and trying to make sense of them while simultaneously taking a few photos of them with her phone.

Not for reference, but to send to Santiago and give her a heart attack.

"Thank goodness everyone's been getting their missing shoes and spatulas back, at least."

"Indeed." Watts said. "You mentioned going through past radio broadcasts; have you turned up anything of note beyond names of our missing persons?" He'd also been giving the archives a careful listen, but it never hurt to have someone else's perspective.

Rosa sighed a little, shaking her head. "I've been trying," she said, "to pick out if there's some kind of pattern in places they went before they disappeared, or anything like that, but it's almost entirely just people talking about them going missing after the fact. The only one with anything reported before going missing was Camera Boy, on Monday, something about going to check out new lenses, so maybe that's something, but who knows? I might have to actually..."

Ugh.

"...ask around more, or something."

"Don't strain anything," Watts said drily.

"Yeah, I'd say the same to you," Rosa said, "but, clearly, we're in no threat of that."

She'd quit the FPD for a lot of reasons, Watts, and one of them was definitely to try to avoid having to do leg work like this for these things, and yet here they were.

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