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entrancelogs2013-06-29 04:41 pm
throughthedark) wrote in entrancelogs2013-06-29 04:41 pm
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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.
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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"Uh...yeah. Sorry 'bout that." That gives him a headache though, so he growls and tries a different tack. "I mean, uh, well, I bin hired t'get th' necklace back an' tha's jus' what I'm gonna do, I guess."
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Wait. Necklace. Right. Stolen necklace. He's in homicide. Why does he care about a stolen necklace?
The pain in his head, and the flowerpot the crashes to the sidewalk a few feet away, narrowly missing his head, tells him that he does care about a necklace.
"Your client should have gone through, um...official channels to recover her stolen property. We'll recover this necklace, um, by the book. Faith in the system, and all that." That seems to work, and so Giles tries his luck: "But I suppose I can't stop you, so I'll...have to keep an eye on you?"
That seems to work. Giles brightens slightly at this small success, even if he's not sure he should feel proud. After all, what he's succeeded at is roping Kid in with him.
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"You, uh--yeah. You think I'm gonna let a kid what's greener than old vineapple chowder tag along on a dangerous--mission--o' this sort? Ain't gonna happen. You'll get yerself 'r both 'f us killed."
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It's been a long, long time since he's had to deal with not being respected. But only because it's been a long, long time since he's had much to do with the one person who made disrespecting him a hobby.
But he still remembers.
Giles draws himself up to his full four and a half foot height and says, with all the still-significant confidence he can muster:
"I'm not asking to tag along. I'm already working this case, with or without you, and you don't exactly have the authority to stop me. In fact, you have no authority at all. I suggest you quit while you're ahead, Detective, because I've done enough paperwork today that an arrest would break up the monotony. I think Disturbing the Peace or Obstruction would do for a start." Giles is aware from past experience that this threat means precisely nothing, but it sounds right to say.
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"You should know threats ain't gonna work on me, greenhorn. Now, 'f you don't mind, I got a job t'do. An', uh, what was it, a necklace or sommat to find. Ain't got time t'be...uh, like, jabberin' on 'bout nothin'."
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Okay. So, they both have investigating to do. If they both investigate, it should get done twice as quickly.
It sounds logical, but absolutely nothing about this is logical. Still. Worth a shot and, as before, it sounds right.
Hm...
"So if we should happen to cross paths during this case, watch yourself."
It's a poor man's "later that night". And, just like that, the scenery changes, from a busy city street to a rundown house in a bad residential neighborhood.
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"Not, like, anyone we know, right?" Which is to say, not one of these illusory people, the black and white folk wandering around as if everything is normal. A woman with a flapper haircut shoots Kid a strange look as she passes, but apparently the question is innocuous enough that the scene will let it go.
"Yeah. I'll be sure t'do that."
And then the scene changes, and it's jarring enough that Kid takes a step back, looking around in confusion.
"Oh damn, now what?"
[ooc: i think we're gonna do the chase scene in kid's post further up since that's where souji is :3]
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Well, they're standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to the porch. Giles climbs up them, and tries to get a look through the muddied windows.
"...no one seems to be home."
A quick shake of the handle confirms one other thing, and that is: "...and the door is locked. Encouraging."
((ooc: Makes sense to me! Do you want to switch over now? Souji could be hiding in here or something.))
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