<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/BTN8kIs.jpg])</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ensign Jodi Kanenfodr (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=305472.msg14889951#msg14889951)<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Sidewalk Near the Park<br/><strong>What:</strong>Learning All About 21st Century Sidewalks<br/><hr/><br/>"Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! Crap! CrapCrapCrapCrapCrap!" The first set of mild expletives was in reference to the relative inconvenience of arriving at a crime scene by foot. Chasingm megalomaniacial werewolves was no fun when you had to run. Jodi would have almost wished to have access to a matter transpotter again, if it weren't for the fact that the old<em>Whoops! I'll get your uniform transpotted back on to you as soon as I get the buffer cleared</em>routine lost its humor value quickly (and far more quickly when one happened to be the poor sucker being transpotted rather than the jackass operating the machine.)<br/><br/>The second, faster set of mild expletives were in response to the contempt with which the average 21st century Earthling treated the local statutes concerning dog walking and specifically the sections pertaining to cleaning up after said canine's excretory functions. And therefore quite appropriate to the situation, though that was of little comfort as she attempted to wipe her boots on a nearby patch of grass. The irony of the situation in which she was chasing a half-canine and her half-canine crew did not escape Jodi Kanenfodr. Nor did the fact that it was she who was running to try and catch a bunch of half-canines driving vehicles. On the plus side, she was getting a whole lot of steps in. For some reason, the 21st Century put a premium on that sort of thing.<br/><br/>It didn't help that by the time she got somewhere near close, there were a passel of other heroines and other types there already. She could have stayed home and watched TV, as per her original plan. But Jodi was sworn to justice, honor, and everything and there was something inside her that still respected her oath. Even if she were technically AWOL. Except, strictly speaking, she wouldn't be taking that oath for another four hundred years give or take a century so why she might feel bound to do the right thing remained at least half a mystery to her. She blamed her conscience for not being as temporally fluid as the rest of her situation.<br/><br/>But neither was Jodi stupid. And rule one for the red-shirted was<em>Find Cover or Enjoy Your New Existence as a Pile of Dust on the Street</em>. Cover was easy to find. In this case, it took the form of a street lamp. And from there, relatively safe from behind, she could call out, "Stop in the name of... The... Um... You wouldn't know what that is, so just stop, OK?" She pulled the fazer from her side pocket. It wasn't a very large weapon, but by standards of the current time frame, it still packed quite a wallop when it actually hit something.