Popcorn Can't Hold Me Down! (Semi-Open RP)
The last thing Murphy remembered was trying, for what felt like the thousandth time, to get ahold of Dresden. She had a case that was...well, it was going badly. Very badly. And this was a hell of a time for Dresden to go missing. Murphy hated to admit it, but she was in way over her head.
Actually, since Harry'd been missing for months, she probably shouldn't be as irritated as she was. He'd just taken off with no note, no contact, and indication he was going to return. Just swell. So the director of S.I. was left without a professional wizard in a town that seemed to attract the creepy crawlies. Not that she couldn't hold her own. But now she was seriously missing him - in a strictly professional capacity - and Murphy was pissed to no end that he was unreachable.
One second she was standing at yet another crime scene, her cell pressed to her ear, legs braced apart, eyes furrowed, listening to the freaking recording - again - and the next she was standing in a stone room surrounded by popcorn kernels. Huh.
The cop in Karrin didn't hesitate a beat. Her gun was out, cell phone away, and she was sweeping the room in one smooth motion. As she walked from the doorway out into the hall, her brow furrowed. This...could not be what she was thinking it was. It was impossible.
But after she'd passed her fourth suit of armor, Murphy had the sinking sensation that this was not the result of a knock upside the head. Slowly lowering her gun, she gaped for a moment at one of the portraits - which freaking moved - and the torches providing illumination. She had just somehow transported from Chicago to a castle.
She had been trying to reach Dresden. Now she was in a fairy tale castle, just missing a bullfrog and a head of hair from here to China. Not hard to figure out how to blame.
"Dresden! she shouted, eyes narrowing. "You half-witted wizard, you come and fix this right now or I will make you pay!"