whitechapelmod | TEST DRIVE

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OPTION A

With the cooling weather came the changing of the leaves, the lighting of candles and the advertisements in all the shops and bulletin boards for the Annual Whitechapel Road Fall Festival. Overnight your quaint little neighborhood has been transformed from a typical Victorian-esque scene to well, a typical fall festival scene. Strings of lights have been wound between the lamps, scarecrows have been put up in shop windows that hold signs with arrows on them, directing you down the main street toward the park.

In the park, you'll find a small carnival. No big gaudy rides, of course, but booths set up by local businesses where they sell items from their shops. Games like bobbing for apples and pin the nose on the scarecrow have been scattered in the places between the face painting booths and cotton candy vendors. There's also booth offering food and drink-- and doesn't that cider just smell wonderful? Of course, they have hot chocolate too, if cider's not your thing.

Mingle and enjoy your night! But be careful-- you might just end up in the dunking tank..

OPTION B

You wake late in the morning to a strange chill in the air. The weather, sure, but also something else, something wrong in the energy. Maybe you've never been much of a person who believes in that sort of stuff-- energy, vibes, whatever-- so you brush it off and go about your day. It's not until you're out and about that you really start to notice something. The streets are mostly empty, the shops closed down. A cold wind blows through and makes you shiver as you turn down the street toward the Town Board. The papers flutter in the wind, but it doesn't matter, you're not reading them, you're reading the message written in red over all of them.

YOU WILL ALL BE PUNISHED.

Is that blood it's written in, or paint? It's hard to tell, but the color seeps into the fliers and advertisements-- "puppies, free to a good home" or "half off on all clothing TODAY ONLY"-- staining them, ruining them. You know without even turning and walking the extra block that something very bad has happened. Yellow tape surrounds the board, you just notice, and blocks the entrance to a nearby alleyway. An officer stands guard, but he looks pale and shaken. This isn't the first. Just last week, someone was killed too. The boy who delivered the milk. Eddie. Throat slashed and a message written in blood on the wall above him, similar to this one.

An ambulance arrives but you stay where you are, watching as more officers emerge from the alley, carrying something on a stretcher. Someone, you realize, because what else do they carry on stretchers? A shock of red, curly hair pokes out from the top and you think of the girl who runs the register in the bakery, a waitress from the cafe you tried last week, your sister back home who will (hopefully) never end up here. Could this really happen here? Some maniac killing people because they think you need to be punished? It's wrong, it's confusing, and it's terrifying, isn't it?

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[Beckett is in the same boat at this point; watching them cart off the body and fighting down her instinct to get involved. At least she has Castle around... somewhere, likely already poking his nose somewhere it didn't belong.

Of course, Kate is used to her nose belonging in everyone's business, at least when it comes to murder. Half of her is still trying to convinced herself it's not her case but that's never exactly stopped her and Castle before.

The other woman's comment takes her by surprise, though, and she turns to her raising her eyebrows.]

No. Honestly I don't think they have any info. [It's obvious by her tone that she doesn't trust the cops here, or their ability to investigate a serial killer. What modern cop would?]

Yeah, go figure, right?

[Abbie impatiently pushes a strand of her out of her face, eyes still trained on the stretcher with the dead body until other people block the view - hey, what can she say, she's not exactly model-sized. On the plus side, this means she turns to Kate, gives her a once-over. Oh, it's not sleazy, come on, it's just the eye of a detective. Taking in the whole picture and trying to figure things out from there, not exactly something you can turn off and on all the time.

At least she's not the only fish out of the water woman around here, and from that undertone, also not the only one at least mildly familiar with law enforcement.]

What do you make of it?

[Having a good eight inches on her, it's still easier for Kate to see so she shifts a little to look around the people in front of her without much problem. Her gaze flicks back over to her new companion, looking at her with the same kind of detective eye.]

I think if they don't find out what's going on quick, this isn't the last body they'll be wheeling out of an alley. [She finally turns to look at her, crossing her arms.] You a cop?

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