[hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff6600]Chloe "Tuesday" Ridgeway[/color][/h1][img]https://s14.postimg.org/7pup7l32p/tuesday2.gif[/img][hr]Location: Riley's Apartment[/center][hr][hr]Tuesday raised an eyebrow. [color=ff6600]"Suit yourself then, suit."[/color] She couldn't even answer Ronnie's question before Marc interjected, and while he wasn't wrong, Tuesday imagined that she'd have more explaining to do to Ronnie later that night. She didn't tend to talk about Grimm and the events that happened there all too much. Any street cred she possessed was just an extension of her employer's, the one who supplied her with the drugs, and indicated which clients to serve. Surviving the Grimm Massacre, as she thought of it, wasn't going to convince people of her ability to move product. 

[color=ff6600]"Not too shabby,"[/color] Tuesday shrugged. [color=ff6600]"I almost liked the shit on the walls better. It had more character to it, y'know? Very [i]rah, rah, rah[/i]!"[/color]

And indeed, it was as if they were relieving the Reunion all over again. At Riley's comment, Tuesday was confused at first, before realizing it must have been when she left the station angrily, and hid herself away in the park. That had been the very day she decided to embrace a life of crime. [color=ff6600]"Grimm's the name of our town. We went to fucking Murder High--it's famous, google it if you want to."[/color] 
[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]http://68.media.tumblr.com/2fd84b4774de04cb5198571b5f91f9a3/tumblr_inline_nvc0iw1qPQ1qlt39u_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue ---> Near Queensguard Private Airfield[/center][hr][hr]For once, the traffic didn't seem to be conspiring against them. Cecily wasn't certain whether or not that was a good thing, as she did have a fear of what might happen at the airstrip, and a fear of what might happen if Caesar and she arrived too late. Life, truth, and justice were hanging in the balance, and with such high stakes, conquering her fear of Caesar had become an easy task. She had actual foes to fear now, she was certain. 

[color=00ccff]"They aren't messing around,"[/color] Cecily murmured, taking in the gigantic brick wall. It reminded her of secret government facilities in books and films, and as she glanced up, she expected to see a guard taking aim. Caesar's instructions only confirmed her apprehension about the facilities, but the evidence as to Alicia and Lorna's deaths were inside those walls. [color=00ccff]"No one protects an airfield this much..."[/color]

She was, of course, thankful that she never wore necklaces anyways. She only wore jewelry for formal occasions and at conventions, as they tended to get in the way and pose a slight hazard for lab work. As tugged off her black denim jacket, she was forcefully reminded of her tattoo on her wrist. It depicted a dopamine molecule, one of its various resonance forms, with small colorful portions surrounding it. Tugging on her shirt sleeve, she attempted to cover it up to the best of her ability. 

[color=00ccff]"I'm not exactly sure how to obscure the tattoo but...Hopefully this works,"[/color] Cecily said a bit weakly, forcing a smile, the helmet still on her head. It was a rare moment where she was glad that her hair was an almost forgettable color, rather than some vibrant shade of red or purple. Still, she doubted that it would take someone capable of carrying out such a complicated conspiracy all too long to discover Caesar and her identities, whether or not they tried to conceal them. It bought them time, in her opinion--and not much else. 

As Caesar took them around the outskirts of the complex, Cecily felt her phone buzz with the texts from Roy and Riley, but she left them unanswered. With her luck, they would zoom in on her Hufflepuff phone case, and [i]somehow[/i] trace it back to the nerdy acting coroner of Justice.