002 // Voice/Action

[consultsdetective]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[written]

[notquiteheartless]

Wondered where you'd gotten to.

SH

[Not at all his way of conveying that you were missed, Lestrade, no.]

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

[ Of course not, that would be silly.

... Note to self, Greg, start carrying a pen always. Have a considerable pause, because he is probably doing an inordinate amount of staring-at-initials and thinking. He half-expected an answer out of Sherlock, of course, it's just about figuring out what exactly is meant to be done for it. Sherlock, who fled police custody so he could jump off of a bloody hospital the next day, who strangled a New Feather half to death and got the benefit of the doubt for it because why wouldn't he? Is he still supposed to get it, after everything? Lestrade is not a fan of questions without clear answers, which of course means he'll have to talk with Sherlock "probably won't want to give an honest to god straight answer to save his life" Holmes, the complete bastard.

And here it's still honestly that much better to know he's alive over dead somewhere.

He's getting the feeling that today is going to be a mess. Just know he is over here shaking his head and wondering how long it is until the headache's not worth it. ]

Isn't that nice to hear. Guess wondering what the fun is in dropping off of the face of the earth without a word finally got back around to me.

[voice]

[notquiteheartless]

Did you go back to the exact moment you remember leaving the first time?

[...Sorry, Lestrade. You're the first person Sherlock can ask all this, so...

He's asking.]

Did you remember anything about this place while you were there?

[And it doesn't occur to him to ask what had happened just before Lestrade had found himself back here.]

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

[ >be difficult on sheer principle. ]

And this is all your business, is it?

[voice]

[cop_an_attitude]

[As someone who has an inkling of what might be troubling Lestrade here, Sally is...concerned. To put it lightly. Does she stand by her convictions? Hell yes. Is she distressingly aware of the fact that workplace sensitivity policies are not in effect here? Hell yes.

Additionally, would she have wished what she thinks her boss may have just went through on anyone? Hell no. So none of this is precisely something to be pleased about.

All that aside, she decides the best policy is to be brief.]

Here, sir.

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

[ There we go, two out of three.

The two who get along like open wounds and saltwater, yes, but those are just the breaks. Mess, mess, mess. He clears his throat. ]

Alright, thanks. Good. [ ... :\ ] Well, good as it is that anybody's still here. Suppose it's really only good if you've got all your limbs present and accounted for.

[ No idea how he'll be handling this 2012. ]

Re: [voice]

[cop_an_attitude]

All my body parts are still where I left them last. And yours? Contrary to what you might think, I did manage to notice your absence. I was hoping you'd gone home - not that I wanted rid of you so badly, but I usually don't wish imprisonment in strange worlds on people who don't deserve it.

Glad to see you back, though, imprisonment clause notwithstanding.

[You know...sort of. She's not at all looking forward to however he plans to react.]

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

Clause not withstood, then. I'd rather be here until nobody is.

And I made it there and back in one piece. [ A brief pause for your troubles. ] We're all gonna have to sit down and have a talk. Soon.

[ They could all leave things off, and they could just keep on going as Luceti allows, but how helpful could that be? Get everyone on the same page, set some ground rules- with any luck, not get anybody beaten or maimed in a routine argument. ]

[voice]

[vor]

You went home and came back?

[It's not a real question, just politely allowing confirmation of a fact so it can't be said he obtrusively jumped to a conclusion.]

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

That's right. It's known to happen now and again. [ He thought it made for pretty common knowledge. New Feather, maybe. God, is it already come up to time for that? Well, manners for manners either way. ]

[voice]

[vor]

What was it like?

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

Well- like being home, I suppose. Or more like I'd never been here at all, that was pleasant. Woke up at home, thought about things at home, neglected to remember I'd had wings.

[Voice]

[toujoursfluer]

I would say welcome back but it's not much of a welcome here.

[Voice]

[consultsdetective]

Ahh, when is it ever? I appreciate it anyway.

[Voice]

[toujoursfluer]

Where do you come from? What is it you do there?

[Voice]

[consultsdetective]

I'm a Detective Inspector for Scotland Yard. Coming in from London, England. Which tends to sound like a load of rubbish to people around here.

[voice]

[hisapprentice]

[He's not from Lestrade's London. At least, not exactly. The voice still cheers Luke up, a little. Any London is a good London, and all.]

Hello Inspector.

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

[ Hear, hear, kid. Lestrade manages a grin with minimal effort for this. Kids are easy to smile at. It's like their job. ]

Hello again. Luke, wasn't it? [ He tries to be good with names. Helps on the job. ]

[voice]

[hisapprentice]

Yep! That's me.

...Was it a good holiday?

[action]

[memoryboxes]

[Sayo notices the voice grumbling because she always tends to leave her journal open in her home or while she's out and about, relieved of duty as a waitress for a bit, in case anything important pops up; lately there have been some painful journal entries, ones she cannot help with, ones she knows she'll forget come morning, some that at least dull that ache.

She's in the shop when she hears Lestrade in the book, but thinks nothing much of it - save for 'what's London?'. It's not until she sees the man sitting on a bench nearby, after she's gotten more twine for her loom (and asked someone what 'London' was), that she connects the man in the small journal pane with the man looking less than satisfied with his day.

Whelp!

She walks on over to where he's sitting, leaning over a little to observe him, a bag hanging off her arm.]

... Are you the one who recently returned from home? From 'London'?

[action]

[consultsdetective]

[ Oh, hey, company. He's taken just a bit off guard by it, but Lestrade will go ahead and extinguish this baby on his shoe for politeness' sake nonetheless. Offer a nod and everything as people do.

It would hardly do him any good to keep on sulking. ]

Yeah, that'd be me. Likely as not, at least. Greg Lestrade. [ He extends his hand. ]

[action]

[memoryboxes]

O-oh! You don't have to worry about doing that - [She was talking about the cigarette, but now that she has a hand held out in front of her, she's worried about doing this right. Clasps. Shakes a little. Smiles when it feels about right.]

I'm Sayo! Like this, right?

[the handshake, anyway. someone showed her yesterday when she stared at their hand for a minute.]

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

I guess they don't realize how much we could use a break after being here.

[it's more serious than the light, joking tone she would normally use, but she doesn't need to know Lestrade well to realize that something is...off. The brief snapshot shows him wearing a look that she's seen on Lou's face too many times...the kind of look that came after he'd fought with Angel, or had a case that went bad.]

[voice]

[consultsdetective]

Drawbacks of the real world, isn't it? I'll have to send 'round a petition.

[voice]

[theoniongirl]

[that gets a laugh] I'd sign.