Utterly Mad

[[I was going to update The Highway today, but I'm going to save that for the morning. We just packed all the bedrooms up in one day, and honestly I really should just head to bed and crash. But lucky for you I don't wanna leave my audience waiting until Ghost Marriage is legalized, so without a further or- meh. I'll write this out.]]

Duncan Miller, loose cannon detective

The cheap faux-leather upholstery is starting to wear its' welcome. As well as all these bright golden lights strung up all over the damn place, and with Captain Crunch-Berry telling everyone that there's a possible terrorist attack isn't improving the holiday cheer in the slightest. But maybe you can find something to keep yourself busy in the meantime, perhaps refresh your memory on your case, chat up the staff and see if they know more, or go an find a place to get some refills. Your flask is feeling a little on the light side.

Vivian "Vi" Amoureuse, the pill popping sensation

Its been mostly peaceful in the lounge, the seats are comfy, the "little butlers" are always coming around to make sure you have everything. With only the occasional perv, or young fan breaking the silence for autographs (or a "hookup" in the other case). There is something off though, your phone hasn't been buzzing a hole through your purse (pocket? I don't know your preferred phone storage space) like it usually does; and you haven't even picked up 4G in this place. Maybe it might have something to do with the gas leak, or because you're in small town, Utah.

You don't really have much to do, and its starting to get a little stale.

Caitlin Clearance, the discount maintenance worker

You've been sitting here for what feels like hours, the seats starting to ride up, and you can feel your legs falling asleep the more you sit. Not to mention the haze of Christmas lights is starting to make you drowsy, all their warm golds, reds, and greens, it makes you feel right at home, with a hint of sugar cookies in the cold air. But for some reason you just feel on edge, like something ain't right about any of this. What would a gas leak do with terrorists? Why is the military here on the spot when there isn't a base anywhere close by? And the fact that there really wasn't anyone working the terminals even before the announcement.

It's supposed to be a holiday weekend, and yet the whole place is outfitted with a literal skeleton crew.

Michael V. Thomson, the "wise guy"

The job was supposed to be simple, you get a case of the latest product over to California for the weekend as a sorta gift from the Sorrentino Family. But now you're stuck in a fuucking airport in the middle of buttfucck nowhere, because some jackkasses decided to go fucking around with the gaslines. You hope this doesn't last long and that the whole thing was a false alarm, the cop a few aisles ahead is already enough to put you on fuccking edge; but with these 'uniforms' faffing about the place its really started to push it.

You just hope there isn't any random searches, chances are that'd you get probably get drug possession with a side of treason if they need a scapegoat.


[[Alright guys, I know the swears are misspelled, its kinda a work around I'm trying with the censorship system. Umm, I'm pretty sure I got most of the errors, I almost put 'your' instead of 'you're' a couple of times. And I hope we can get the ball rolling tomorrow. I'm off to bed, and if everything turns out right, I'll be up at 5AM with my alarm blasting Roller Mobster. Righto, cheerio, pill-poppy-O, I'm off to bed, goodnight.]]