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voltadomar) wrote2021-11-28 08:49 am
voltadomar) wrote2021-11-28 08:49 am
Post-Chasma Catchall
POST-CHASMA PSL CATCHALL
Here is a catchall for post-Chasma threads! Anyone from Chasma is welcome to hit me up with a starter here (or toss me a DM)!
I've got a few general prompts if you wanna use 'em (or make a variation, or nab 'em and toss me something on your own journal/musebox)! Optional, of course -- original starters are very welcome!
[ A - POV: You are a weirdass cryptid who just shows up at people's workplaces. ]
[The interior of the police station is about what one might expect. It's a little old-fashioned from a modern perspective, with typewriters instead of computers. A few bulletin boards line the walls, one displaying a large map reading "Revachol West" with a number of pins stuck into it.
A banner on one wall reads JUSTICE - UNION - PRUDENCE - FORCE.
There are several desks in this office area, but it seems most of the officers are away. Sitting at a particularly clean-looking desk is Lieutenant Kim Kitsuragi, his bomber jacket draped over the chair, and his eyes glued to his notes as he compares and amends a few documents. He's hunched over his work, and doesn't seem to notice you come in -- even if you happened to open a window right there in the office.
Maybe you should say something? It might be bad if one of his coworkers walks in and sees you before he does. Then again, I don't know. I'm just some metatext, I'm not the boss of you.]
[ B - POV: You're under arrest for being a weirdass cryptid. Or maybe you're just unlucky. ]
[You've come to Revachol to visit Kim (or not, I don't know your life), but for whatever reason, you completely failed to keep a low profile. Maybe you got caught trespassing, or your daemon caused some alarm, or you went around acting like a weirdass cryptid, and somebody ended up calling in a complaint to the police.
The sound of sirens herald the arrival of a blue motor carriage, which pulls up nearby. The first person to step out is a tall dark-haired man in a black uniform with white rectangles on the sleeve and back. He looks distinctly unimpressed. From the door on the opposite side, a more familiar-looking man emerges, wearing thick round glasses and a bomber jacket adorned with the same rectangles. He sees you, and tries not to react immediately.]
((Alternatively: This is the Kim & Jean option, but if preferred, you may have Kim with Harry, or Kim alone.))
[ C - POV: You are a normal person. ]
[Okay, maybe you actually have the social awareness to know that yoloing into somebody's world without warning could cause some problems, so instead, you sent a message ahead of time and/or arranged a meeting. Whatever the details, you used some basic communication skills. Good job!
You meet on the coast on the outskirts of the city -- it's a good place to open an interdimensional window without anyone seeing, the lieutenant reasoned. Indeed, there's no one around here. There's just the reeds and the sea ice, the distant sounds of birds and dance music(?), and a number of old abandoned buildings, including what appears to be a church. Across the water, the beginnings of the city. Paved streets, rusted rooftops, and much of it in disrepair. A few taller buildings look as though their upper floors were violently ripped right off of them, leaving them shorter than they once were. Farther in the distance... highways, skyscrapers, and the shadows of helicopter-like aircrafts hovering about.]
Here it is: Revachol. The northern coast, district of Martinaise. It's not the nicest part of town... [Kim offers a small smile, as if to assure you that he wouldn't be offended if you were also thinking about how not-very-nice it all looks.]
[ Wildcard! ]
(Give me a starter of your own, or make some variation of the previous prompts! Kim would be willing to visit other worlds, either at your character's request, or if he actually (gasp) takes a goddamn vacation? It could happen, why not.)
Anyway, come at me!
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[He beams, inwardly pleased at "he can be trusted" - ah, Kim really knows how to make him feel touched, doesn't he?]
Oh? I see, I see! How very fascinating. Nobody's attempted to round them up and sort them out?
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...Ah, you did mention an Animal Control Unit, yes?
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["We tried, but they don't have anyone free to dispatch right now. Apparently, they're all busy with the Samaran bear smuggling case..."]
Right... the bear smugglers. [He closes his eyes, apparently having been reminded of something exhausting.]
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[The very mental image seems to delight Sholmes - he's clapping his hands together, eyes practically sparkling.]
Why, my good fellow, you do seem to have a rash of cases with the animal kingdom in these parts! Now, why would they smuggle these poor bears? For sport? A circus act, perhaps?