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Who: Private Rupert Giles and anyone along his beat
Where: The mansion and surrounding area
When: During the event
Rating: I can't see it going over PG-13
Summary: There's a new kid at the W.P.D. precinct. Will he be able to handle the pressures of the job? Will he honor his vow to uphold law and order? Will he catch the perps? And, more importantly, will he be able to deliver the appropriate witty one-liners?
The Story:

((ooc: This post is limited to Giles acting out police type shenanigans. Those who I've already planned a scene with can tag in here, unless you've got a separate log going for your stuff and want me to tag you instead. Just PM me. If anyone else has any ideas on how to assist in Giles' inquiries, you've also come to the right post. Hope this is okay!))

"In the criminal justice system..."

"Who on Earth keeps saying that?"

Giles doesn't know why these people keep insisting that he's a cop, and a "rookie new guy", at that. They gave him a blue jacket and an appropriately sized vest, both printed with "W.P.D". They gave him a pair of sunglasses, which did not seem to be standard police issue, but which they complained about his conduct if he did not wear.

"Who keeps saying what, kid? Better watch it. More than a few good men have cracked like eggs on this job. You're already up on report."

"I'm on report for asking why we're pursuing a robbery a when we ourselves are from homicide. And collecting evidence besides. I'm sure that can't be legal."

"Take it from me - keep your head down, kid. Don't make waves."

"They", in turn, seemed to be little more than homunculus or golems, or incredibly well designed puppets. One of them, claiming to be his "partner", followed him around the place, talking about cases.

Giles was utterly baffled. And annoyed. He'd thought the last event would see the end of him followed all over the place. Mostly, though this was even more incomprehensible than the mess with the shadows. He knew this had something to do with Alice's earlier inquiry - "If you could be anyone else, who would you be?", but he didn't want to be some ridiculous misunderstanding of a policeman. Giles had never gotten on with police, for obvious reasons.

Rather than the mansion, he seemed to be walking down a busy city street - New York, but Giles didn't know that, having never been to New York. He was also eating a doughnut, because people seemed to be giving him marginally less funny looks when he did. At seemingly random intervals, his "partner" would declare that people were suspects or people of interest in an investigation, and demand that he take them in for questioning.

He got lectured, mandatory discussions with a homunculus psychiatrist, guns pointed at him, and generally knocked around by the worrying real NPCs when he resisted the flow of things. On the other hand, when he tried to play along, his partner was killed in a drive-by. Giles made an effort at putting on a good show of remorse, and was thankfully not assigned a new one from the hordes of NPCs.

That doesn't mean he might not find himself teaming up with you for a case. Got to catch the bad guys, right? And that definitely doesn't mean he's at all familiar with how he's supposed to behave - mostly, Giles takes his cues and stumbles along over the course of the event, waiting for it all be over. Feed him a cue, and you'll have his undying gratitude.

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"Detective Giles! Detective Giles!"

As Giles walks down the street there's suddenly a young woman rushing to catch up with him. Elizabeth has on a business suit with a skirt and heels. It's not easy to run in these, but she's making very good time. She also has on her intrepid-reporter hat and a press badge is around her neck.

Once she catches up to him she pants for breath and whips out a voice recorder, which she presses record on.

"Detective, a few questions! You've been assigned to a very high profile case, despite being brand new on the force and having NO experience what-so-ever! Some suspect your name was drawn out of a hat for this. Care to comment?"

And she sticks the recorder in his face.

Giles is already more than a little jumpy. So to have someone come running at him and calling his name does absolutely nothing for his composure, and he lets out a most undignified yelp, stumbling back a few paces from Elizabeth with his hands up.

For a second, all he can do is stare at her, wondering if she's serious. It's not that he blames her for the ridiculous props - it's the enthusiasm.

After that, though, Giles takes great pleasure in saying: "I have no experience at police work whatsoever, and I suspect that I was. I'm glad someone noticed."

On cue, a wayward car passes a little too close to a gutter still overflowing with "last night's" rain, sending up a spray of it that only drenches Giles, leaving Elizabeth quite dry. He sputters a bit, and then takes the hint.

"I mean...I believe I have a natural instinct for police work that will be of great assistance to the investigation. I was assigned on the basis of my own talent, and I look forward to proving myself."

Elizabeth isn't usually THIS enthusiastic, though she definitely can show enthusiasm at times. But she's just playing her part. It's almost as though she's compelled to do it this way.

She nods at his words and then again at his corrected words. The recorder is put away and she jots a few things on her notepad. Then she reaches into her pocket for her phone and makes a call.

"Frank? Yes, I have your headline. Rookie Cop Up a Creek. Print it."

And she hangs up.

While Elizabeth delivers her report, Giles reviews the situation.

Wait a minute. Reporters. He knows how to deal with reporters! He dealt with reporters more than once, back in Sunnydale. More curiosity than sense - in a way, they're not so different from him.

All right. If Elizabeth is going to play her part, he might be able to help her out here. Even if her part seems to involve harassing him, it might at least keep disasters from happening to him.

"I'm glad I managed to satisfy you with that headline." he says, turning away like he's going to move on. "Maybe this investigation has a chance after all."

Elizabeth has fallen perfectly into her role. Breaking it isn't something she's really considering. After all, these things must be done so life can get back to normal. She flips through her pad, checking her notes, but looks up when he says that.

"What do you mean? Do you have a new lead?"

"Even if I did, I am not at liberty to discuss it. Certainly not with the press. This case requires discretion, something I'm afraid the press in this city are not known for."

Giles hates the role he's fallen into, partly because it involves him being jerked around and partly because he looks ridiculous. Everyone, even the not-people, know it.

This is familiar, though, even if he's usually on the other side of the conversation. So that's something, and better than most of the day has been for him so far. It makes it a bit less painful to play along - the game is always easier when you think you know the rules.

"But I might be able to help you! We reporters are extremely resourceful." And if she helps, she'll have the inside story on the scoop!

From the looks of it, Giles could use all the help he can get if he wants to crack this case.

"I've noticed. Often, you're too resourceful for your own good."

But the truth was, he could use some help. And reporters often weren't held to the same standards as police. This killer had proven especially elusive, so far. No footprints, no finger prints, no signs of forced entry.

"Who were you thinking of investigating, besides me?"

She must have had some other leads. Maybe leads they hadn't considered, yet.

"How can you be too resourceful?" There's no such thing, in her opinion.

Elizabeth flips through her notebook. "Well, the standard is to also interview the family and the neighbors. Have you done that yet?" She'd be surprised if he hadn't, though it's possible since he was just assigned the case.

"By using those resources to find yourself in situations that could get you killed."

In this, Giles speaks from experience.

"I've interviewed the neighbors. He had a brother, but he doesn't appear to be around as of late."

Which even a policekid knows is most definitely suspicious. "Perhaps you can help me figure out where he might have gone."

Elizabeth flips her notebook open again and writes that down.

"Find.. brother.."

She nods, "I'll get right on that!" If anyone can find a missing brother it's an intrepid reporter with connections!

"Your enthusiasm does you credit." And will hopefully make this easier on both of them - Giles admires her enthusiasm in the face of all of this, even if he doesn't quite understand it.

He pulls out his own notebook, flipping to the latest of many pages filled today in order to check his facts.

"Yes, the brother. Find him, convince him to come down to the station. I'll take another look around where our victim was last seen, and then meet you there."

Elizabeth gives a little salute.

"I'll do everything I can!" Though she wonders if she'll be successful. Finding somebody is one thing, but convincing them to go to a police station might be tricky.

"And so will I."

The scene lets them part, there, in order to attend to their respective roles. For Giles, at least, it's something of a blur until he finds himself back in the police station. Thinking back, he barely remembers what he was doing the last while, but it must have gotten done or he wouldn't be here.

Hopefully, he looks around for Elizabeth. At least things are marginally more interesting, with her around.

How scenes switch, no one is sure, but Elizabeth enters the police station and goes straight to see Giles. The other cops don't look too happy to have a reporter running around, but she won't be unattended for long.

"Detective! I found the brother! He's..."

She flips her notebook open to check it.

"In Mexico. I don't think he'll be coming in to speak with you."

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