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Who; OTA
What; Pupper Shenanigans, Moving Day/Anniversary, Investigations
Where; All over
When; Early to mid-April
Warnings; None as yet! I will update if they come up and add the warning to the header of the tag

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A wrinkle in plans... - Open to all

A. Network Assistance Request?

[ Llewellyn wasn’t much for using the network, really. Tell-phones were something he tended to be more than a little clumsy with. It did help, though, that Enis had put his on a chain so he wouldn’t lose the darn thing so much. So there’s a light metallic rattle as he adjusted the phone and peered into the camera. ]

Er... Hello everyone. I hope you’re all... well?

[ That seemed polite, and he was trying to work up to asking for a favour. Somehow delivering news on a case was easier than this. Why was work always easier? ]

I’m just uh- looking to see if anyone would be interested in helping me out with a little project I’ve been working on. Some of you already know about it, since you mm... were around in the last world I was, as well. Pretzel’s particularly good at following scent trails, and we had thought he would be helpful in the event that people went missing back then. Seems as important here as it was there. Especially since this world has a lot more potentially confusing places to get lost, like the forest.

But! Anyway, I um... I’ve been spending the better part of the last year and a half training him in scent tracking. Rhy and I have mostly been working with items and making trails like that... But I think it would be beneficial for the little fellow to get experience looking for real people now.

Also... He’s very sociable, and because the last world we were in had very... few animals... [ Complicated in ways Llewellyn didn’t know how to explain, really. ] He doesn’t quite know what everything here is. He keeps trying to make friends with creatures that aren’t fond of dogs. [ A small amused huff. Pretzel really was as awkward as he could be sometimes. ] So if anyone has a particularly social pet that he might get along with, it might be nice for him to get to know them?

[ An awkward pause, then a nod. That was about it. ]

Uh- anyway, I’ll be going then. Thank you for your time!

[ The feed closes. ]

B. Open Log

Pretzel was a very energetic, growing ~~wrinkle~~ hound. It was important to get him out for walks so he didn’t get too housebound, and while the move was going to give the little guy more room to run around? It was going to be an adjustment, and Llewellyn was hoping to keep his routine as close to normal in all the excitement.

Especially since Pretzel had somehow gotten very good at slipping out without their notice to explore the city in search of friends. Neither he nor Rhy could figure out how the dog kept doing it, it was a mystery.

Llewellyn had decided it was just that the dog was rather intelligent, and he wasn’t being challenged or engaged enough. So the best answer he could come up with was to increase training and give him something a little more difficult. Challenge the clever little hound’s mind while they were out and about.

Afternoons where he wasn’t at the Gullwings office, Aerith’s garden shop, or with his husband were spent on very long walks around the market... Or running around the park with fake scent trails and dog toys as he tried to keep up with Pretzel’s training and exercise.

ooc: People could either run into them at the park (especially if you want to handwave them arranging to help with training) or bump into them around the market! Both Llewellyn and Pretzel are very ~~awkward~~ social!

Helping out a friend in need. - Closed to Lauri-Ell

Llewellyn adjusted his hat slightly, moving down a side street with Pretzel trotting dutifully at his heels. The detective had a somewhat concerned and definitely curious expression on his face as he took a shortcut to the forge where his friend worked.

Lauri-Ell didn’t tend to ask for assistance or favours much, in his experience. They had their weekly lessons for writing and sharing books... But this was a little different from that. She had sounded a bit frustrated and troubled, explaining that something rather important was missing...

It hadn’t taken more than a half second of thought to agree. He wasn’t fond of friends being troubled by things, especially if he could help.

So off he went with a quick note for his husband where he was going for the day in case he didn’t make it home till later in the evening, getting Pretzel’s leash on and making his way to their destination.

I know exactly what I want, and it's this life that we've created, inundated with the fated thought of you. - Closed to Rhy

This was it. This was moving day. Well... Moving week, really. They had been working for the last week or so to get their belongings moved from the red and blue building to the stonework house that was situated in a small neighborhood near the market.

But today, in particular, was special. It was moving in day. It was also, amusingly, their wedding anniversary. Which had felt rather fitting for their next step together.

There were other things, of course, that needed doing. The house was in livable conditions, but it did still need a little work here and there. Some painting needed to be done to freshen things, some small repairs here and there, and perhaps a little more cleaning where it had been vacant for so long...

But they were both rather eager lovebirds, after having been searching for the right house for a few months now. Especially since this one had been perfect, hitting most of the marks that they had agreed on for a home, which felt rather lucky.

Llewellyn had been... Well, he was up to something. Rhy would be able to tell that much as they got ready for the day. The detective had never been good at hiding things unless someone’s life depended on it (and if it was his life, then less so). So it was clear enough that he was keeping something to himself while they went over last-minute plans.

It was their wedding anniversary though, so what on earth did the man have up his sleeve today?

“So uh- we need to stop off at the shop to get the um...” He gestured at the windows lightly from where he was standing next to the closet, trying to button his shirt and get dressed for the day. “The materials you picked out for the curtains and your projects? And I have to get some paint to work in the kitchen in the next few weeks...” He tapped off the list on his finger, forgetting his task of getting dressed for a moment. “Should probably see if the carpentry shop has some of the things we commissioned finished, too. I think the note I received from the messenger said they had Pretzel’s bed and a few other things ready.” He added, piling a few more things onto the list while he tried to decide on a green waistcoat or a blue one.

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Smart hound indeed.

"What trail?" the man says, sounding angry and annoyed.

"You have stolen from Smith Gili," Lauri-Ell said, voice strong and disapproving. "If you turn it over now, I will not bring the guards."

Llewellyn frowned a little, “Yours, you left something at the scene and it’s led us to your door.” He responded with a small hum, keeping a close eye on the man. Clearly he didn’t like the interruption, but the question was, would he listen or would he make them get the guards involved?

“We only want what’s been taken. I doubt you want to spend a night at the guardhouse for this.” Llewellyn added, hoping that there was at least some common sense in the man’s head. If Lauri and Gili were satisfied with just having their things returned, he should count himself lucky. Llewellyn knew a great many individuals who would expect far more than that.

“I ain’t got nothing,” the man insisted, looking quite offended to be accused.

And Lauri-Ell just sighed, sounding tired.

“I do not wish to force myself to walk to the guard station,” she said before stepping closer to the door. “Llewellyn, I would advise you begin your walk.”

“I believe you would be wise to be honest, sir.” Llewellyn responded, shaking his head slightly. He didn’t doubt Pretzel’s abilities. It hadn’t been a difficult trail to follow… And if he had to get the guards involved, he’d have the man’s finger marks to compare with those he found at the forge if needed.

Llewellyn straightens from where he’d been leaning on the wall outside the door. He’s not particularly keen on leaving Lauri-Ell behind. More because you didn’t leave a partner alone than because of anything else. He doubted the man would be going anywhere. One could hardly get by Lauri when she had her mind set to something. “I can certainly go ahead, but the Gullwings do have a liaison with the guards. I could probably give him a call and he’d send a few guards in the area our way easily enough.” He responded, putting a little weight on his words.

That seems to make the man look... A bit less comfortable. At last he grumbles.

"Stay here, you got it?"

Lauri-Ell looks to Llewellyn, as if trying to ask if this was a good choice. But the guy was already closing the door a little bit. not fully, but some.

Llewellyn nearly missed the look from Lauri-Ell… But only because his eyes were fixed on the slightly closed door. Hellfire… How many times had he seen a suspect pretend they were going to cooperate only to give themselves the opportunity to run? Why did they always think that no one would realize what they were doing?

He slipped out of phone and swept his fingers across the keys hastily before holding it up for her to see.

Probably going out the window. I’ll head downstairs in case he is, block what he probably thinks is a second exit.

He quickly walked by Lauri-Ell and down the hall for the stairs with the expression of someone who had seen this a dozen times.

If he was somehow being honest (doubtful), Lauri should be at the door anyway to accept the items. Otherwise, it meant they’d have him trapped until the guards were sent.

Lauri-Ell was very confused by LLewellyn's supposition. Especially because, not long after Llewellyn was gone and out of sight, the man returned, offering a pair of bags out to her.

"That should be everything. Just, you know, let it go? I was getting paid to mess with them."

Lauri-Ell nodded but she was not pleased.

"I suggest you see to advising the guard of your experiences," she said, shouldering the bags after she checked them. Time to get going.

It was a sad thing to have to anticipate it, but Llewellyn had been sent running on more than one occasion when someone decided they weren’t going to be honest and took advantage of a window exit. Eventually, he learned to anticipate the possibility. If nothing happened, great, but if so? Saved some legwork. Especially when Murdoch and Brackenreid weren’t as keen to run and he was the youngest on the team.

If anything, Llewellyn was relieved to see that it hadn’t been the case this time, as he let Pretzel wander around his heels outside. His brows lifting curiously as he saw Lauri-Ell. “Is everything accounted for?” He asked as he noted the bags over her shoulder, hurrying over to fall into step next to her.

"Yes," she said when she saw him. "He was apparently hired for the theft. This is not my concern. My concern is that I have my things back. This is good."

Very good. He saved her with this.

“Good, as long as you have everything back.” He responded with a relieved expression, glancing down at Pretzel, who had fallen into step between them with a little pleased bark. Yes, he’d done quite well.

Still, he had to wonder… “So he was hired, likely by Gili’s rivals. If this should happen again, do let me know. I’d be happy to help you find things again, but uh- hopefully, the one failed attempt will be enough for whoever hired the man.” And hopefully the man himself wasn’t pressed to try things like that again. It wasn’t uncommon for people to take on burglaries for pay and getting the brunt of it, more than the people who’d hired them…

"I would hire you now," Lauri-Ell answered. "To seek who hired him. And how to protect ourselves."

Because this was needful. The place must be defended, the smithy kept safe from such mischief.

Llewellyn smiled a little. “You don’t even have to hire me. I confess I was already thinking about trying to work out who hired the man.” Curious, and concerned for future attempts. “I’ve seen things like this happen in my world, people who, mm… hire out to cause trouble for those whose businesses they wish to disrupt or clients they want for their own.”

Shrugging his shoulders he continued, “So I’ll see what I can learn around the city… And if the man we went to see is willing to talk to me again, I might be able to find out how he came upon the job offer.” Though Llewellyn also had a feeling, it would be a familiar story…

But for keeping the smithy safe, Llewellyn wished Murdoch was here. The man had developed a rather good security system, all from things that were easy to come by in their era, even if he had to cannibalize a few devices for it. But he hummed a little, rubbing the side of his face. “Well, I think trying to find a way to secure the smith from future attempts would be smart? You mentioned your hammer might assist, but if not… I may be able to see if the guard would be willing to change its patrol routes just to pass by more often.”

"We are far from the normal places the guards come," Lauri lamented. There was shore guard here, and they were often quite busy. Still, it might be worth it to explore that.

"I shall take my tools home at night for now."

“That so…? Someone should definitely see about adjusting the patrols then. I can’t help but wonder if other businesses in the area might welcome the security as well.” Sure, some of the men might complain (he thinks of Henry Higgins-Newsome in his world, forever whining if he ended up having to go further than he liked), but it would be best if someone was on hand in the area… Especially if the shore guard were often busy.

He nodded though, “Yes, that’s a smart plan until other arrangements can be made. Just to, uh- be cautious for now.”

"I will," Lauri-Ell agreed. "I give thanks to you and Pretzel."

Because they had fguided her back to her things.

“Think nothing of it, Lauri-Ell.” He responded with a small, pleased smile. He was more proud of Pretzel for having actually successfully led them where they needed to go. “We were both happy to help. It was a good experience for Pretzel to have something serious to do.” The little hound was bound to get many rewards from both his fathers for a successful first job once Llewellyn returned home with him.

"Is there a way by which I can reward you both?"

It only seemed fair, given what they had done for her.

Llewellyn shook his head with a smile. “No reward is necessary. We’re friends, Lauri. I wouldn’t expect a reward for helping a friend.” He glanced down at Pretzel. The little hound found all of this fun so the experience and the praise was what kept him happy… But… If Lauri decided to insist, he supposed that Pretzel was the one who should be rewarded. “If you really want to, though, I expect Pretzel would appreciate some treats when you next see him.”

"Then for our next lesson, I shall bring treats for him," she said with a nod. Of course that meant figuring out what a good treat was.

“I’m sure he’ll like that, Lauri.” Llewellyn responded with a small grin, glancing down at Pretzel, who was still walking dutifully ahead of them. If she found herself unsure of what to buy, the detective would certainly offer her some recommendations.

But for now? Llewellyn hummed lightly, glancing at the sky and noting the day was growing later. “Well… For now, I believe I should let you return to Gili with both your things to explain what happened and possible future measures to keep it from happening again. I, uh- must get back to the office and make sure Pretzel here has some water while I gather up my notes to take home.”

"Yes," she said, nodding to him. "Thank you. I must go. I have many things to make."

She bows to him and then walks away at a seriously quick clip.

“Certainly, I will see you at our next lessons, Lauri-ell. Good day.” He added with a nod, before watching her head towards the forge.

It was time for him to get moving himself, and he started them in the direction of the gullwings office to finish off their day so they could eventually head home.

ftb

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wrapping this soon?

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