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luceti, a previous game. It was dropped many moons ago.003 // Voice/Action
Aug. 20th, 2012 11:16 am[ Well, best to do this professionally now it's come to it. No use in going on beforehand. Lestrade clears his throat. ]
That's Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper off home, then. Probably just as well. Not much use for a morgue here. And I can only assume Sherlock was fixing to make a terror of himself. Bit of a habit of his. But that's that announcement out of the way for everyone, if they'd got to wondering. [ Annnd a tut. ] Gettin' a bit low on Londoners, aren't we?
[ With this most sacred of Lucetian duties handled, Lestrade figures he's probably done enough of the quietly sitting in his living room business for the time being. Out he heads, triumphant-!
More or less. As much as determinedly digging through the items shop for long-lost warrant cards and seeking out easy to microwave grocery stock counts as triumph (his luck in warrant card locating remains to be seen. odds are not good). If he happens to pass through areas where he spies familiar faces to approach, that is clearly coincidence. ]
((pardon me and my tagging speed. going between working and icon shenanigans on my phone.))
That's Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper off home, then. Probably just as well. Not much use for a morgue here. And I can only assume Sherlock was fixing to make a terror of himself. Bit of a habit of his. But that's that announcement out of the way for everyone, if they'd got to wondering. [ Annnd a tut. ] Gettin' a bit low on Londoners, aren't we?
[ With this most sacred of Lucetian duties handled, Lestrade figures he's probably done enough of the quietly sitting in his living room business for the time being. Out he heads, triumphant-!
More or less. As much as determinedly digging through the items shop for long-lost warrant cards and seeking out easy to microwave grocery stock counts as triumph (his luck in warrant card locating remains to be seen. odds are not good). If he happens to pass through areas where he spies familiar faces to approach, that is clearly coincidence. ]
((pardon me and my tagging speed. going between working and icon shenanigans on my phone.))
002 // Voice/Action
May. 13th, 2012 08:40 pm[ First things first, Greg Lestrade comes to in the usual way of most newly returned canon update recipients- distinctly lacking in some hope and immediately taking more concern with getting his clothes on. A task well-accomplished, thank you very much, because he seems to have good luck in finding those neatly folded near his area of entrance. From that, for the most part, to hell with everything, he wants to flip tables. Not that he... does this. It's just a very tempting idea, little bit of a rampage or something. Maybe another time. So then, journal first, town second. ]
Well, I've been off home and back in, looks like. If anybody noticed I was out to start with. Would've expected a holiday from this place to be a bit more relieving, but I suppose that's just what I get for making assumptions. [ His tone is decidedly less casual than it usually is- more just tired than honestly annoyed- but Lestrade doesn't bother elaborating. Not the sort of business you start going on about. There's a pause, and he's almost hesitant when he picks back up. ]
Everybody who's in from my London still present and accounted for? You know who you are, and if you're here you're someone I'll have to talk to this week, so you might as well put in. [ And another short pause because he's just going on at this point, isn't he. Well WHATEVER. ] Just give a shout, save me the trouble of tracking you down. [ For once. 8||| ]
[ And with that, he closes the journal for the time being; not quite before it manages to pick up a faint "Christ, I need a smoke."
Which, you know, he'll be going out to accomplish. Very important item on his list right there. Smokes, food, a drink, more clothes. Furniture... eh. Flat's still got something in it, likely as not, that should be fine for him. He does the town the courtesy of doing his smoking on a bench in the square as opposed to in a building. Not that Luceti's much for "don't smoke indoors", really, but still. ]
Well, I've been off home and back in, looks like. If anybody noticed I was out to start with. Would've expected a holiday from this place to be a bit more relieving, but I suppose that's just what I get for making assumptions. [ His tone is decidedly less casual than it usually is- more just tired than honestly annoyed- but Lestrade doesn't bother elaborating. Not the sort of business you start going on about. There's a pause, and he's almost hesitant when he picks back up. ]
Everybody who's in from my London still present and accounted for? You know who you are, and if you're here you're someone I'll have to talk to this week, so you might as well put in. [ And another short pause because he's just going on at this point, isn't he. Well WHATEVER. ] Just give a shout, save me the trouble of tracking you down. [ For once. 8||| ]
[ And with that, he closes the journal for the time being; not quite before it manages to pick up a faint "Christ, I need a smoke."
Which, you know, he'll be going out to accomplish. Very important item on his list right there. Smokes, food, a drink, more clothes. Furniture... eh. Flat's still got something in it, likely as not, that should be fine for him. He does the town the courtesy of doing his smoking on a bench in the square as opposed to in a building. Not that Luceti's much for "don't smoke indoors", really, but still. ]
001 // the more I see the less I know
Mar. 12th, 2012 09:30 pm[ action; Well, Lestrade has had a good few days to settle himself in, Luceti-wise speaking. Been able to read up on the guide, speak to a few locals, talk to a couple of fellow New Feathers, watch two familiar faces fall in out of nowhere... eventful few days, he supposes, but enough to settle.
And when it gets down to it, he's not the sort of man to dawdle around when it looks like he's on the road to a lengthy stay, so he spends the day of the 12th finding a flat that suits his liking. Which is honestly a very easy task because they're all about the same, he just takes his sweet time because he's got nothing better to do. He sets himself in Community Building 1, room 7. Near where John Watson got himself roomed, but not right under his bloody nose because he's a responsible man and the smart sort to boot. Lestrade imagines it's physically impossible to get into more trouble without Sherlock Holmes around, useful as it would be to have him around.
But hey. Whatever happens, happens.
Considering he finishes moving in fairly early in the day, he sticks around for a while trying to get a feel for the place (pretty damn bare-bones, isn't it) and eventually wanders back out into the village for the sake of finding more clothes, picking up food that he doesn't have to actively cook, that sort of thing. Finds a warrant card in the item shop- appreciates that it's nice to have even though it's useful to exactly nobody here. And eventually he's on the couch in the flat again, idly flipping through the journal to hear what he can hear, which brings him around to very casually asking the general population something. He's curious, okay.
voice; ]
Anyone in from London, then?
And when it gets down to it, he's not the sort of man to dawdle around when it looks like he's on the road to a lengthy stay, so he spends the day of the 12th finding a flat that suits his liking. Which is honestly a very easy task because they're all about the same, he just takes his sweet time because he's got nothing better to do. He sets himself in Community Building 1, room 7. Near where John Watson got himself roomed, but not right under his bloody nose because he's a responsible man and the smart sort to boot. Lestrade imagines it's physically impossible to get into more trouble without Sherlock Holmes around, useful as it would be to have him around.
But hey. Whatever happens, happens.
Considering he finishes moving in fairly early in the day, he sticks around for a while trying to get a feel for the place (pretty damn bare-bones, isn't it) and eventually wanders back out into the village for the sake of finding more clothes, picking up food that he doesn't have to actively cook, that sort of thing. Finds a warrant card in the item shop- appreciates that it's nice to have even though it's useful to exactly nobody here. And eventually he's on the couch in the flat again, idly flipping through the journal to hear what he can hear, which brings him around to very casually asking the general population something. He's curious, okay.
voice; ]
Anyone in from London, then?
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