[Kim doesn't look up as the detective shovels toast into his mouth and cries. The man needs some dignity, even if his body seems to reject any effort to remain dignified. It's the least he can offer him.
At the question, however, Kim pauses. He briefly glances up to study the detective, to gauge where this question is coming from. All he can really make out are the tears that stream from his eyes and the detective's default, miserable, sweaty expression.
Sometimes, Kim wonders just what's happening in that brain of his. At times, the detective seems scattered, lost in his own thoughts for minutes before snapping back to reality. Other times, he approaches his tasks with a manic fervor, as is possessed by some unseen, driving force.
Kim isn't sure whether or not he wants to know.]
Of course we're still cops. We may not have jurisdiction here, but I doubt that we'd be dismissed from duty while on this brief...mandatory vacation.
[Even as he says it, however, he's worried. Worried that, for some reason, there might have been a temporal displacement in addition to the physical. It's happened in the science fiction books that he's read, and as much as he doesn't like it, it's becoming very apparent that he's caught in the middle of a supra-natural incident.
As if the monsters didn't tip him off enough.]
And even if we aren't on duty right now, it's still important to uphold the RCM's values and act appropriately.
[Please don't make me have to pick you up from jail, is what he thinks to himself. We don't know what the prison system is like here.]
Everyday, everyday he fights his body for some shreds of dignity and- oh no. New horrible thought incoming! Maybe he’s actually successful? He could be crying even more, probably. He has it in him. Untapped reservoirs of tears, enough to soak his beard and drown in. Maybe this really is the best he can do.
[If this is me operating at peak capacity: crying into my toast in front of Kim. I think I’d rather just die.]
(VOLITION: No.)
(EMPATHY: Kim would be unhappy.)
(ENDURANCE: Stop being a pussy.)
[Ok.]
(ESPIRIT DE CORPS: Anyway, see? I told you. You don’t just stop being a cop.)
(INLAND EMPIRE: Especially not you.)
(EMPATHY: Kim probably doesn’t want you do to do anything stupid and make a scene…or get arrested. You can’t exactly write off your weird shit with ‘I’m the law' and a flash of your badge anymore.)
“Right…I’ll be on my best behavior. Nothing but good ol' RCM values. I remember what those are, by the way.”
(LOGIC: You’re in a brand new world. You don’t know what the laws here are like. Or the prisons. You could have already broken like twenty laws by now.)
(HALF LIGHT: Oh my fuck. I’m not going to jail! I will stab a hundred bitches before I let you go to jail.)
He smiles reassuringly at Kim, and adds the double finger guns for good measure because his thoughts are making him uncomfortable. Unfortunately the finger guns involuntarily activate The Expression out of sheer muscle memory. The direct primordial opposite of reassuring facial expressions.
[He means it, genuinely. Kim's eyebrow twitches when The Expression pops up again, but he doesn't otherwise comment. He's fairly certain the detective is struggling to regain control over his facial muscles, as simple as the task may seem.
Kim gets up from his seat, stretching his arms and flexing his shoulder blades. It's not unlike seeing a cat rising from a nap. There's a quiet crack as his joints shift. He shakes his limbs loose, moving to pick up his pilot's jacket and shrug it onto his shoulders.]
Whenever you're ready, we can go. [A pause.] Maybe you ought to drink some water before you leave.
[Said in a gentle, encouraging tone. Did you think you would be doing this on your own, Harry? Kim was by his side when the detective was wandering Martinaise, lost and unaware of the world. It's now time for them both to explore this strange new world together.
The RCM teaches its cops to support one another in times of need, and this is definitely one of those times. He has a feeling that having the detective by his side will help make sense of this new insanity, what with his...unconventional thinking patterns.]
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At the question, however, Kim pauses. He briefly glances up to study the detective, to gauge where this question is coming from. All he can really make out are the tears that stream from his eyes and the detective's default, miserable, sweaty expression.
Sometimes, Kim wonders just what's happening in that brain of his. At times, the detective seems scattered, lost in his own thoughts for minutes before snapping back to reality. Other times, he approaches his tasks with a manic fervor, as is possessed by some unseen, driving force.
Kim isn't sure whether or not he wants to know.]
Of course we're still cops. We may not have jurisdiction here, but I doubt that we'd be dismissed from duty while on this brief...mandatory vacation.
[Even as he says it, however, he's worried. Worried that, for some reason, there might have been a temporal displacement in addition to the physical. It's happened in the science fiction books that he's read, and as much as he doesn't like it, it's becoming very apparent that he's caught in the middle of a supra-natural incident.
As if the monsters didn't tip him off enough.]
And even if we aren't on duty right now, it's still important to uphold the RCM's values and act appropriately.
[Please don't make me have to pick you up from jail, is what he thinks to himself. We don't know what the prison system is like here.]
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[If this is me operating at peak capacity: crying into my toast in front of Kim. I think I’d rather just die.]
(VOLITION: No.)
(EMPATHY: Kim would be unhappy.)
(ENDURANCE: Stop being a pussy.)
[Ok.]
(ESPIRIT DE CORPS: Anyway, see? I told you. You don’t just stop being a cop.)
(INLAND EMPIRE: Especially not you.)
(EMPATHY: Kim probably doesn’t want you do to do anything stupid and make a scene…or get arrested. You can’t exactly write off your weird shit with ‘I’m the law' and a flash of your badge anymore.)
“Right…I’ll be on my best behavior. Nothing but good ol' RCM values. I remember what those are, by the way.”
(LOGIC: You’re in a brand new world. You don’t know what the laws here are like. Or the prisons. You could have already broken like twenty laws by now.)
(HALF LIGHT: Oh my fuck. I’m not going to jail! I will stab a hundred bitches before I let you go to jail.)
He smiles reassuringly at Kim, and adds the double finger guns for good measure because his thoughts are making him uncomfortable. Unfortunately the finger guns involuntarily activate The Expression out of sheer muscle memory. The direct primordial opposite of reassuring facial expressions.
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[He means it, genuinely. Kim's eyebrow twitches when The Expression pops up again, but he doesn't otherwise comment. He's fairly certain the detective is struggling to regain control over his facial muscles, as simple as the task may seem.
Kim gets up from his seat, stretching his arms and flexing his shoulder blades. It's not unlike seeing a cat rising from a nap. There's a quiet crack as his joints shift. He shakes his limbs loose, moving to pick up his pilot's jacket and shrug it onto his shoulders.]
Whenever you're ready, we can go. [A pause.] Maybe you ought to drink some water before you leave.
[Said in a gentle, encouraging tone. Did you think you would be doing this on your own, Harry? Kim was by his side when the detective was wandering Martinaise, lost and unaware of the world. It's now time for them both to explore this strange new world together.
The RCM teaches its cops to support one another in times of need, and this is definitely one of those times. He has a feeling that having the detective by his side will help make sense of this new insanity, what with his...unconventional thinking patterns.]