consultsdetective | 001 // the more I see the less I know

[ 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?

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[ GASP. ]

What, no one gave you a proper welcome in? [ omg rude Luceti. ]

No welcomes, no candy, no proper lace on the furniture. No jangling beads affixed to the lamps; no properly-beaten carpets on the terrace!

[People are so awful here.]

Sounds like a bad turn.

Don't worry, m'lord; stands to reason, does it not, that I will make things better here. I shall go about and make them better presently.

All the better to you for it. Detective Inspector Lestrade, miss. Pleasure meeting you.

Inspector? Are you a policeman, Mister Lestrade? Do you hunt down the criminal and the ne'er-do-well and the man who lurks too near the Young Ladies' Finishing Academy?

[ Oh, she has got to be coming in from a different time period. He's seen plenty of people from other worlds, but potentially the same one a century or two back? It's just interesting. ]

I do, actually. One of those jobs you get suited to before you realize it.

When you catch them, do you tie them up? And then the daggers and hot brands?

[Because that's what the Inquisitors did to her.]

...well, no.

We put them in jail and get them a court date to defend themselves or get sentenced, usually. Daggers and brands wouldn't really help with that.

Oh! [Her voice is practically a purr, now.] Then you are the very best sort of policeman. I like you.

Suppose every meeting's got its positive sides.

I hope we do get to chat again soon. Very very soon, and no pitchforks or torches!

I'll be sure to remember that bit.