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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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"What do you mean? Do you have a new lead?"
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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.
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From the looks of it, Giles could use all the help he can get if he wants to crack this case.
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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.
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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.
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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."
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"Find.. brother.."
She nods, "I'll get right on that!" If anyone can find a missing brother it's an intrepid reporter with connections!
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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."
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"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.
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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.
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"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."