consultsdetective | 002 // Voice/Action

[ 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. ]

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[ Staaaaare. ]

What, this 'interesting thing' has nothing better to do than go around cocking things up for you?

[cocking? :|a

HUH ANYWAY]

Something like that. More like... its just how it lives. It's a creature from my world that moves into people's heads while they're sleeping and stays there. I suppose the only way it can survive is by using memories as some sort of food...

It's a little confusing, but... [she shrugs; this is so awkward to talk about sometimes] Well, it's what it is, I suppose! It's certainly something people are surprised to hear, when I tell them about it.

It's certainly surprising. [ Oh whoops. ] Sorry, am I making you uncomfortable? Just, um. If I bring something up you'd rather not talk about, you can always tell me to leave it, I won't mind.

[ Lestrade reminds himself that conversations are not always lines of questioning, 2012. He imagines Sayo would have an extremely nice way of saying "piss off" anyway. ]

Mm? Oh—oh, not at all! I'm sure I've talked about this more times than I could ever count, even if I remembered it all. It's just... if I don't explain it to some people, I think they probably consider me crazy.

[A-ahahaha 3:^D]

[ He will chew that over while he's... chewing. Manners all over the place. ]

It's harder finding something you can't really believe here than anything after a while. [ Which is to say, magic memory-sucking. Believable enough, considering he has wings. Not completely discounting some kind of brain damaging incident nobody could identify. ]

[She laughs softly.] I suppose that's true! If I remembered more of what happens around here, I would probably be far less surprised by things.

Though I do distinctly remember turning into a child once. And then a crawling little creature another time--it's a good thing my boss didn't try to cook me up for customers.

I'd definitely call not being eaten a bright side. [ He doesn't know Sanji particularly well, but he does know that... well, most chefs aren't keen on trying to cook their employees. ] God, but that must have been a pain to handle. Just the wings can be enough to top someone out on things that shouldn't be around, sometimes.

Oh gosh, the wings! [... yes she said gosh. Someone said it earlier and she's using it because it sounds like the situation.] I've forgotten about these things plenty, I'm sure! I have at least two cases where I've panicked over them! Everyone's assured me they've been here since I arrived, but still.

[HUFF PUFF rude mushi]

I suppose Luceti has three inconveniences for every one convenience!

[ Well, damn, if she's resorting to that kind of language. Which he should probably not smile at. But it is too late for that now. ]

That's probably the most accurate way I've heard it put yet. [ It's all really a shame though. He couldn't imagine turning around every once in a while forgetting why he can't sleep on his back. ] Hope you found quick help those days.

I definitely do—most people here are so friendly, aren't they? It's really wonderful; usually I don't think I can remember so many people at once, but around here it seems so much easier with how impressionable everyone is!

I'll give everyone memorable, that's for sure. There are people doing things I've never even heard of like it's nothing, all the bloody time. [ Which is very intriguing on the best of days and frustrating on the less-than-best. ]

Like flying! Without wings, even! It's so strange, isn't it?

Or how some people can make things like fire and water and things like that appear out of nowhere! I've heard there are a lot of spirits to help with that, but I've only met one personally.

[ A definite nod to the question, there. Strange is a very correct way to put it and it is also much more polite than he sometimes is about such things. Sayo is officially A Trooper. ]

I can't say I've gotten around to meeting any of them yet. Just heard the usual there is to hear on the journals. [ And possibly nearly gotten himself roasted with one's help after Sanji's alternate universe trip, whoops. ]

I can introduce you to one, if you ever need the help! I've been learning from Tsinku for self-defense, in case something like the draft ever happens again. Despite how kind many people here are, trouble's always around a corner somewhere, so it's best to know something or another...

I'll keep that in mind, yeah? It's always a good idea to have something to fall back on. [ He will regard her very levelly for that much, because it's true and she's wise to do it. ]

Mm! And I wouldn't want to just depend on everyone else, anyway--they all have their own problems to deal with... Sometimes I feel like I'm just falling behind while they have a handle on things.

[chew chew chew, gulp, sigh]

I just wish I could help more!

I know the feeling. [ It's the sort of feeling that made the majority of his career. He smiles, takes another bite. Maintains use of his manners in eating like a pro. ] Trying makes a lot of the difference, I think. Hard not to get where you want to be when you're refusing not to get there. [ A twist of the mouth and a shrug. ] Even if it means needing a hand on the way.

Or in my case, quite a few hands. [She laughs, though; it's not that bad, really. Unfortunate, but having her problems makes for having plenty of good friends, at least? She can't be down about it for too long.] I've made so many friends here; I don't remember any friends at home, so it's all been the best experience for me, really.

I'm glad to hear that. [ He... thinks. It's better than moping, and he's seen people act worse about much less. Good people. Luceti's just full of good people.

Bit nice, really. Worth a smile. ]

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[action] rude as fuck, dawg

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