But seriously, what the hell? He'd done it on a whim, but all of a sudden he'd been ushered forward and being congratulated and honestly, he feels like he's either won some kind of awesome prize or is being inducted into a cult (which, really, either way, will make for an awesome story). But hey, here he is, holding a list of . . . certain qualifications, nobody needs to know what they are, he's just here, all right, here among a bunch of other frazzled looking people.
Time to get to know em, huh?]
Hey!
[Don't mind him just caaasually leaning over into your space.]
What'd you get?
III. This is going to be so awful for his teeth
[He's a detective, which means he obviously has a leg up on literally everyone here, so it's really not fair for him to participate. However, a giant bucket full of lollipops is one of the best incentives known to man, so you know what, Jake's got that notebook in his hand and he's scribbling away. Each suspect is considered carefully, but right now the money is on . . .]
Roger Doofenberg.
[(It really won't take Jake all that long to solve the mystery, but why not join him in the completely unnecessary and arbitrary hatred of this awful foe?)]
[Retrospec had a lot going for it at first. It was cool and creepy and mysterious, and obviously it had appeared on his phone because he was destined to solve the mystery of it. And he's still enjoying that aspect, of course, he's spent days combing through each network post to try and find clues, but he'd also gotten distracted by the trivia game.
The completely lame trivia game.]
Who knows this kind of stuff? What form of theater was the subject of many of Degas' paintings, why on earth would anyone know that?
Jake Peralta | Brooklyn 99
[LIKE HE'S NOT GONNA SPIN THE WHEEL
But seriously, what the hell? He'd done it on a whim, but all of a sudden he'd been ushered forward and being congratulated and honestly, he feels like he's either won some kind of awesome prize or is being inducted into a cult (which, really, either way, will make for an awesome story). But hey, here he is, holding a list of . . . certain qualifications, nobody needs to know what they are, he's just here, all right, here among a bunch of other frazzled looking people.
Time to get to know em, huh?]
Hey!
[Don't mind him just caaasually leaning over into your space.]
What'd you get?
III. This is going to be so awful for his teeth
[He's a detective, which means he obviously has a leg up on literally everyone here, so it's really not fair for him to participate. However, a giant bucket full of lollipops is one of the best incentives known to man, so you know what, Jake's got that notebook in his hand and he's scribbling away. Each suspect is considered carefully, but right now the money is on . . .]
Roger Doofenberg.
[(It really won't take Jake all that long to solve the mystery, but why not join him in the completely unnecessary and arbitrary hatred of this awful foe?)]
BONUS; It's ballet, for the record
Oh, what! That's completely wrong, that's-- whatever. Stupid app!
[Retrospec had a lot going for it at first. It was cool and creepy and mysterious, and obviously it had appeared on his phone because he was destined to solve the mystery of it. And he's still enjoying that aspect, of course, he's spent days combing through each network post to try and find clues, but he'd also gotten distracted by the trivia game.
The completely lame trivia game.]
Who knows this kind of stuff? What form of theater was the subject of many of Degas' paintings, why on earth would anyone know that?