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Location: Bumfuck, USA // Mention:
@RedVII (sort of)
Zeni jolted awake to the squawking of barnyard fowl echoing in her ears, the dream receding too quickly into the recesses of her mind to retain many details other than that sound... chickens? Geese, maybe? Blinking blearily through what she was sure was walk-of-shame level smeared mascara, she shook her head, wincing at the pounding sensation it caused. This was the last time she spiked her final coffee of the wee morning hours with ouzo, though it helped soothe her nerves. Something about the fog in this town raised her hackles more than usual...
"Get up, agapi̱té mou - this coffee won't drink itself." Yiayia's voice drifted in from the other room, interrupting her rumination.
Dragging her sorry carcass out of the doily-infested guest room, she wrapped a silk robe tight around her form, shivering. Her yiayia emitted a disapproving tsk-tsk at the lateness of her rising, handing over a steaming mug of crack cocaine while muttering something midnight raccoon invasions. Sipping the heady elixir, the brunette sat next to her grandmother on the well worn couch to watch the news.
"...amidst a scene of carnage rarely witnessed in a town such as Nowhere, we await answers from local authorities. Was it a pack of rabid dogs? A crazy hobo who works on tramp steamers to cover his tracks as he moves from city to city? Has Jimmy Hoffa finally decided to make his survival known in the most violent manner possible? Stay tuned to find out on KGW Channel 8, the only real source for unbiased, fact based reporting in the state..."
Raccoon eyes widening to almost comical proportions, Zeni bolted upright, any thought of how to interpret dreams about wearing a white dress banished. Scrambling to her feet and vaulting over the back of the couch, she showered and dressed in record time, almost creating a smoke contrail out the door after kissing her grandmother on the cheek and promising to have dinner at the Greasy Spoon instead of lunch. Stopping only to get a quad depth charge while performing a quick equipment check, she made her way to the crime scene, intent on finding a high vantage point overlooking it from which to make her own observations...
