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.

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Anyone in from London, then?

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[Oh, look, it's a New Feather in his restaurant.

How Sanji can tell? Well, he's never seen the guy before. Maybe it's haughty of him to assume as much, but he'd like to think he's familiar with a fair bit of the village. New faces stick out like sore thumbs.

He waits for the new guy to settle into a seat before he comes calling.] Anything to drink?

Depends. Who's asking?

[Inspector Zenigata is doing his usual rounds around the village, greeting newcomers, helping lost ponies, and in general trying to at least somewhat familiarize himself with the steady stream of newcomers.

This message strikes him as a bit odd since he definitely doesn't recognize the voice associated with it, but he does actually have an apartment in London. Sure, he rarely bothers to stay there, but he does actually like the UK. Its a lot like home]

I have a place there, yea.

Seems we have a few new Londoners this time around. Lived there myself-- before I got dragged here.

[ Lestrade takes up the seat he estimates will be best for giving him a general overview of the restaurant's interior- which isn't quite against a wall enough for him to take his jacket off. Best to be careful with how open your back is in any new town, let alone when you've got a fresh set of wings to go with it. Bit of a habit he's not going to bother breaking, because it gets him a few seconds to look the room over. People are all just so friendly here, really.

Sanji, you get one perfunctory look-over on your approach as well, from which he promptly takes away that a) you are pretty damn young and b) he misses smoking. He'll have to get back around to that later, depending on whether things go downhill in the next few days. Ever seeking out the more important details of a person on the approach, Lestrade is. He doesn't expect much to happen. ]

Water's fine for me. [ Feels too early to be drinking. In the time of day sense and in the new in town sense. A holiday, this is not. ]

A friend spends the summer there, though I have never been myself.

[He feels that assessment, enough to nearly act in kind. Sanji's relaxed, though, testament to his many months in Luceti and in this restaurant, that the stranger's look-over gets the brush off. He turns and fetches the water like a good waiter (ha), and this time upon approaching skips some of the pleasantries]

New here, are ya? [Y'know, just to make sure. It'd be embarrassing if Sanji missed a veteran]

I am- if you want to get funny about it. [ Okay he doesn't even really sound tetchy. Aww yeah, conversations. ] But I also answer to 'oi, you.'

Met a few other Brits here and there, myself.

And may we be privy to a name? It seems odd to simply give out information without receiving any in return, love.

Yeah? Business or pleasure?

Little of both. Its more a rest stop between cases than a home.

Hah, there we go! [ He's just saying. He is appreciative of familiar accents in these trying times. ] I was starting to think I'd already found the limit on us.

I'd highly recommend a visit, and I promise I'm only slightly biased.

I agree wholeheartedly. Always good to know someone else here is from a familiar area.

Have you? I was considering going door-to-door.

Were you really? They're easy enough to find on these journals, I think. Granted, one of mine was a little girl.

[ He'll take that water with a nod of thanks, thanks.

... and wonder if he'll ever run into kids who can't immediately list off some sort of fact about him. :| But it is a small village and all. ]

New enough. Would you consider the first week a honeymoon phase? [ Genuinely wants to know this. ]

Greg Lestrade. Detective Inspector, Scotland Yard. [ Still working on the movie rights. 8| ] Suppose I'm off-duty at the moment.

[ How easy it is to be pinged. ] Cases. What's your career of choice?

Makes you feel less the foreigner.

Every bit helps in this place.

Really? [ See he is not answering that first question because he possibly would have gone door to door eventually. Mostly for neighbor-scoping. Abducted and barcoded children take more precedence anyway. The word he's thinking is 'despicable.' Oh, he's seen them around, but he hasn't so much spoken to them. ]

She says her parents are with her. [Don't worry, Sally's appropriately horrified too.] I haven't been able to find them and make sure everything's all right yet, but I'm on it.

Ehh, I'm a cop. Detective Inspector Koichi Zenigata, from the Japanese branch of Interpol's International Crimes Division. Nice ta meet ya, Mr...?

[Yes, that's quite the mouthful.]

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