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Harry Du Bois ([personal profile] tequila_sunset) wrote2021-12-04 10:55 pm
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[personal profile] pinballs 2021-12-06 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of the alarm clock drilling at his ears causes the lieutenant to wake. Kim sits upright from the sleeping bag on the floor, his vision blurred as he instinctively gropes about for his glasses. A sense of confusion disrupts his sleep-laden thoughts as he tries to make sense of his surroundings. This isn't Whirling-in-Rags. Why is he on the floor? And why is he still dressed in his day clothes?

And then he remembers. The parasites. The snow plow. The monsters--

His hand makes contact with his glasses, and he snatches them up, wiping off the lenses and perching them on the bridge of his nose. His eyes adjust to the dark surroundings, making out kitschy furniture, plush rugs and lounge chairs, and dusty old knick-knacks placed delicately upon glass bookshelves. That's right--he had secured temporary lodgings for himself and the detective by negotiating with an elderly woman in the downtown area of the city. The woman was keen on having people about to run her errands, and was kind enough to provide a space for them to sleep. What she had failed to mention was the abundance of cats that prowled her hostel--though, Kim was able to keep them out by simply locking the entrance to the living room. The sound of them clawing at the door had kept him in a state of half-waking, though, and it was only until around three in the morning when he was able to finally fall asleep.

It is nearly seven in the morning. He's only gotten around four hours of sleep.

A sigh escapes him. Mechanically, he rises from his position on the floor to wander to the bathroom. It's only when he's face to face with the mirror does he realize that there's a problem. He doesn't have a razor with him, much less any aftershave. That ritual will have to wait until later. A slight sense of irritation enters his mind as he trawls his thoughts for any other sort of normalcy he can use to ground himself.

Breakfast, maybe. He washes his face in the sink and tries to tidy up his appearance before trudging towards the kitchen. He begins poking around the refrigerator for something he can easily reimburse her for. He doesn't want to claim this woman's food for himself, after all. His aerostatic pilot's jacket has been hung up on one of the kitchen chairs, waiting to be donned for a day's work.

A pair of shining eyes in the darkness can be seen in the doorway. One of the woman's cats seems to have decided to observe Kim.

All the while, he waits for the detective to wake.

The smell of toast wafts through the small apartment.]
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[personal profile] pinballs 2021-12-13 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The crack of the detective's jaw causes Kim to stiffen up slightly, but he otherwise doesn't comment. He sits at the kitchen table, studying what looks to be yesterday's paper. Before him, a half-eaten piece of toast with some sort of jam spread on it. Across the table, another plate of untouched toast, presumably set for Harry. The only things Kim has explicitly seen the detective eat has been a slice of salami and a ham sandwich, but he can at least assume that he'll eat toast.

The lieutenant is tired. That much is apparent. But he offers Harry a barely perceptible smile, inclining his head slightly.]


Good morning, detective.

[The lieutenant lapses into silence. There's something odd about greeting the detective in this manner when there isn't a case to work on. He pushes the paper forward, sitting up a little straighter as he does so.]

Ms. Rosberg-- [Their hostess.] --has left us a shopping list and asked us to run errands at the grocery store down the street. In the meantime, I've been searching for temporary job listings.

[He's clinging to any sense of normalcy to help him adjust to this odd new world. One cryptid encounter was enough to shatter a small part of his reality, but an entire peninsula? No. He needs time, like a tropical fish being acclimated to a new tank.]

I trust you slept better than I did.
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[personal profile] pinballs 2021-12-17 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[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.]
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[personal profile] pinballs 2021-12-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Good.

[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.]