closed mini-event starter for @isabelthesongbird; location: street of Fall Festival
The panic on the woman’s face was something that Beckett had spotted from across the road. He had been standing in line for a hot cider and the vendor quickly made it two when he saw the scene that Beckett had been eyeing. Grabbing both before quickly making his way over to the woman, Beckett slowed his approach and tried to deduce just what she was doing. “Whoa there, love- are you alright? No offense, but you seem rather... frantic.” Becks said, putting on his best cop voice, low and soothing as he didn’t want to stir up any more fear or confusion in the woman. He wasn’t wearing any identifiers, his badge left at home, though he did have his LVPD ID in his wallet. Still, he didn’t think that flashing it was needed just yet. “Here, that lovely bloke over at the cider cart pointed you out and wanted me to bring you one of these as well. Now what’s the issue?”











