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Across the festival, the sheriff had no idea what his officers were dealing with while he was making sure he was more comfortable or as comfortable as one could be soaking wet. Moving around in his shoes felt somewhat gross though he was so used to water filling his boots because of horses or slipping into the lake that it was almost forgettable after a minute. 

The deputy was confused and surprised on plenty of levels and decided that he needed to report to his higher-up — Thomas J. Fischer — picking up the walkie-talkie as he called over. “[color=ffffff]Hey sir, we have a little bit of a problem here on the east side of the festival,[/color]” The man was unsure of his words but it would cause communication to at least begin between the two authority figures. 

Hearing the walkie-talkie going off in the truck, Tommy leaned over the seat to his clothes that were clean and dry, nicely folded on the seat. Grabbing the walkie without hesitation and reporting over, “[color=66946b]Can ya repeat that?[/color]” Making sure he heard the man correctly before going into action and making his way all the way over to the east side of the festival. 

“[color=ffffff]We have an issue on the east side of the festival grounds. A late arrival showed,[/color]” The man repeated with a sigh while trying to make sure his words were clear through the sounds of the running truck. The truck with funnel cake, the cake everyone has been waiting for. 

Tommy sighed when hearing the comment and he closed and locked his truck as he began to make his way over to the part of the festival grounds that needed him. “[color=66946b]Is this an emergency?[/color]” He wanted to make sure he shouldn’t be running or anything. 

The static of the walkie-talkie was irritating to a point, “[color=ffffff]No sir, only a situation that I feel like you need to approve,[/color]” Sometimes he felt like his officers were too scared to make decisions on their own but he understood it being a festival and all. The man made his way quickly over to the east side of the festival without much delay or issue. 

Upon approaching the officer he was talking to and the individual in the truck, he chuckled at the sight, “[color=66946b][i]Aah'm not surprised…[/i][/color]” Whispering to himself as he shook his head in a calm way that showed he should have known who it was. The man approached the side of the truck where Taryn Reaves was sitting and he allowed a friendly smile to the known face. “[color=66946b]Are ya givin' mah officer a heavy amount of trouble?[/color]” His voice was teasing to a point and showed he was not having any kind of authority to process here. Placing his hands on his hips while looking into the woman’s eyes. 

“[color=66946b]What is the problem we are havin' he-yah?[/color]” Deciding to just get to the point after his little playful burst and see what Taryn was up to. This looked like Martha’s van and the funnel cake van that was here every single year. This was the late case he was hearing throughout the crowd. People would be excited that it finally showed up, but he was definitely confused why Taryn was driving the vehicle and Martha was nowhere in sight.   
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[b]Location[/b] East side of festival 
[b]Time[/b] 3 PM
[b]Mood[/b] Good 
[b]Interaction[/b] [@Pilatus]
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