The Sinkhole Mystery
WHO: Marcello and Loto
WHEN: Sunday January 9th, Midday
WHERE: Downtown, Heritage Park
WHAT: After the melting of a heavy snow, a strange phenomenon occurs in Liberty. Holmes and Watson are on the case!
It was Sunday, and technically Marcello's second day off after being finally being hired at a cute little shop in town. So far, it seemed nice. It was a pleasant, almost cushy little job. Granted, his boss was never around to scold him if he was doing something wrong, but that was besides the point.
Today he thought he'd just relax and take a nice stroll through the park. There had been a pretty heavy snowfall in the past couple of days, but this morning the sun had come out and melted it all away. The Seborgan figured it would be nice weather to be outside, despite all the puddles. He was wearing boots today, so his feet would stay dry no matter what. Right? Standing near a large oak towards the center of the park, he peered into a puddle that looked more like a small lake.
The boy leaned in a bit more, smiling at his reflection. "Well hey there." He said to it. "You look familiar. That's a nice scarf you have on." He paused. "Why thank you. One hundred percent cotton! Handsome, huh?" He wasn't crazy. Really, he wasn't. He just found strange ways to amuse himself when he was alone.
He leaned in closer still and considered taking a leap into the frigid pool to make some noise, but just as he was about to spring, he vaguely caught the sound of footsteps - quite fast-paced ones, at that - coming from behind him.
WHEN: Sunday January 9th, Midday
WHERE: Downtown, Heritage Park
WHAT: After the melting of a heavy snow, a strange phenomenon occurs in Liberty. Holmes and Watson are on the case!
It was Sunday, and technically Marcello's second day off after being finally being hired at a cute little shop in town. So far, it seemed nice. It was a pleasant, almost cushy little job. Granted, his boss was never around to scold him if he was doing something wrong, but that was besides the point.
Today he thought he'd just relax and take a nice stroll through the park. There had been a pretty heavy snowfall in the past couple of days, but this morning the sun had come out and melted it all away. The Seborgan figured it would be nice weather to be outside, despite all the puddles. He was wearing boots today, so his feet would stay dry no matter what. Right? Standing near a large oak towards the center of the park, he peered into a puddle that looked more like a small lake.
The boy leaned in a bit more, smiling at his reflection. "Well hey there." He said to it. "You look familiar. That's a nice scarf you have on." He paused. "Why thank you. One hundred percent cotton! Handsome, huh?" He wasn't crazy. Really, he wasn't. He just found strange ways to amuse himself when he was alone.
He leaned in closer still and considered taking a leap into the frigid pool to make some noise, but just as he was about to spring, he vaguely caught the sound of footsteps - quite fast-paced ones, at that - coming from behind him.