Security Department [open log]

[jurisimpudent]

CHARACTERS: Any and all
LOCATION: Security offices
WARNINGS: None at the moment, but if Tyke posts, then profanity, and if Soysauce posts, then goopiness
SUMMARY: Open log for SEC for the month of December.
NOTES: This is open to members of SEC and also members of the public who want a bit of SEC-siness in their lives. So you can post in here if you're a SEC member who wants an open thread for his/her patrol route, or a SEC member who wants to thread out patrolling with their partner (bonus points for buddy-cop banter); you can also use this for interactions in the main SEC offices, or you can post in here if you're working out in the gym and need a spotter, or you can post in here if you're lost in the halls and want someone official to help you back to your halls, or you can post in here if you're breaking into the SEC offices to have SEC-s on the desks - the possibilities are endless! (But don't feel limited to this log, either.)

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

...And on a bad day?

[thatsaflaregun]

Hostiles attacking and everyone throwing together to put a stop to it, usually. It wasn't the best of locations, that island.

[jurisimpudent]

Evidently...not. Hostiles of what ilk?

[thatsaflaregun]

People who had been their longer was my understanding. [Which to hear Kelvin tell it, he was expecting natives in tribal masks. That was not the case.]

[jurisimpudent]

As in - the indigenous peoples?

[thatsaflaregun]

Not quite. I suppose they were researchers who got stranded. My experiences with them were less than pleasant, to say the least, so I didn't have the opportunity to ask.

[jurisimpudent]

[Edgeworth narrows his eyes slightly.]

Perhaps I do not fully understand where it was you were before this.

[thatsaflaregun]

I was stranded on an island, for the most part. [And likes screwing with people about it. HE HAS SO LITTLE JOY IN HIS LIFE.]

[jurisimpudent]

An island with...hostile scientists.

[thatsaflaregun]

Like I said, I didn't ask. [SHRUG.]

[jurisimpudent]

Were they...protective of their research?

[thatsaflaregun]

Protective of the island, from what I gathered. It had special properties. [Said in a mildly conspiratorial tone. There's a point where he can't talk about the island without being self-deprecating enough to acknowledge that yes, it all sounds insane and he's aware.]

[jurisimpudent]

"Special."

[That slightly insane-sounding tone is certainly eliciting a healthy dose of skepticism from Edgeworth.]

[thatsaflaregun]

Don't ask me to explain them, brotha. Still wondering about a lot of it, myself, and I was actually there.

[jurisimpudent]

Have you spoken with any of the other people who were removed from their homes and brought somewhere else before coming here?

[thatsaflaregun]

Not yet. I've spoken to one girl about them, though. Informative, but not entirely helpful.

[SEX ISLAND.

SEX. ISLAND.]

As far as I know, I'm the only one from that particular island.

[jurisimpudent]

I see. And there is no one whom you recognize from that island, either - that is, someone who doesn't remember it, but whom you remember having been there.

[thatsaflaregun]

[He shifts awkwardly.] That's a bit of a complicated question, brotha.

[jurisimpudent]

[He narrows his eyes.]

Why?

[thatsaflaregun]

Because there's a girl here who looks remarkably similar to a girl I knew on that island, but it's not her. What d'you make of that?

[jurisimpudent]

[Ah. The line of Edgeworth's mouth is grim, but he nods.]

You're not the first person that's happened to. I've a few theories as to why, but...Who indeed does know.