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Post by Elita-1 on Apr 28, 2010 11:23:47 GMT -5
"All right then. That nice lady said it was this way." Elita-1 points down a side street. "Let's go."
Apologies for the one-liner, but there's not much else to be said. Timeskip to the precinct?
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Post by Ramulus on Apr 28, 2010 13:02:27 GMT -5
Without a word, Ramulus gets to walking. It's into the pointed direction as well.
------ Timeskip, yar.
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Post by SceneMod on Apr 28, 2010 23:34:04 GMT -5
As Elita-1 said, it isn't that far to the precinct, which is a fairly nondescript and rather ugly building tucked in between the flashy buildings of the tourist district. Concrete stairs lead up to the over sized door, which is flanked by globe lights.
Behind the counter is an obviously elderly woman in a smartly starched blue uniform. Her hair is a short, choppy and blonde, her make-up thick, her lips bright red. Her skin has the look of old worn leather, and her eyes are bright and calculating. A cigarette dangles from her lips. She's sitting on a stool, but the counter still seems to dwarf her.*
She looks askew at the odd trio. "Gawds, what is this, Invasion of the Random Robots night?" She flicks ashes off the cigarette and points at Elita-1, "What. you want us to go drag your man outta one of the casinos so that he can get back to being a proper dad?"
*Yes, I reused my description. I'm lazy.
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Post by Holi on Apr 29, 2010 9:30:37 GMT -5
Holi doesn't even think about stepping out in front of Elita-1; ordinarily he wouldn't, but it simply happens this time, and he manages to stay there the entire short stroll to the police station. The sight of the little building, ugly or not, warms his core; it isn't like the stations on Micro, but there's still something universally familiar about it.
Less so the desk sergeant. Her brusque "greeting" throws him for a moment, the implication that he's Elita-1's child – Holi isn't stupid, after all, and Elita-1 is very obviously a girl while he and Ramulus are smaller than she – earning a dismayed grimace before he composes himself, folding his hands behind his back like he's seen Emirate Xaaron do so many times. It always looks authoritative and patient to Holi; maybe some of that will rub off.
"Ahem," he begins in his best captain tone, trying to balance the effort of proving himself and his rank with his need to not go overboard and be that jerkface officer from the other precinct. He isn't trying to pull rank so much as simply assert himself. He isn't just a little kid. "Actually, we're not here to report a deadbeat dad. I'm Captain Holi, from the Micro Security Force, and I'm here to report one of my own as missing, possibly abducted." The stuffiness is an ill fit on the little cop car. It probably shows.
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Post by Elita-1 on Apr 29, 2010 13:28:40 GMT -5
Elita-1 simply stares at the desk sergeant, mouth dropping open and then snapping shut as she folds her arms over her chest. her first instinct is to correct the boorish woman, quickly and loudly, but thankfully Holi starts speaking first.
Elita tilts her head as Holi...basically grows up in the space of a few seconds. She nods as he finishes.
Yeah. What he said.
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Post by Ramulus on Apr 29, 2010 14:35:57 GMT -5
Ramulus keeps his mouth shut, though he does look a bit perplexed at the implications of the woman. Of all the possible....
He crosses arms, decidedly keeping his mouth shut even more.
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Post by SceneMod on May 1, 2010 21:43:03 GMT -5
Cell-Ma eyes Holi, taking in the kid's(?) paint job and air of authority without so much as a twitch. She takes one last drag of her cigarette and then stubs it out in an ashtray. She picks up a stack of reports, flips through them, then wrinkles her nose.
"Hmpf. So you're that "Officer From Micro", huh*? Where the hell is Micro, anyway?" she grumbles, "Never heard of any such place, ain't on the jurisdictional listings. Anyhow, Captain not sure how it is on Micro, but 'round here someone has to be missing for twenty-four hours before you can file. As a professional courtesy, I'll tell ya we wait forty-eight before we really do anything. Because this is Pz-Zazz. People come here to get lost all the time. We like to let them decide if they want to be found before we waste our time."
She looks back down at her papers, "And you and your party have only been on Pz-Zazz a handful of hours."
*According to his player, Holi registered as a Micro security officer when he went through the security checkpoint, way back before Jefire and co landed.
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Post by Holi on May 2, 2010 9:55:59 GMT -5
For a moment, Holi visibly deflates at the disdainful, sneering way the desk sergeant spits out "captain". He wasn't even trying to pull rank! He just didn't want to look like the kid trying to report his missing puppy!
He recovers his composure rather quickly when she explains the policy. Of all the stupid – how sloppy are these people?! Forty-eight hours? And if someone was kidnapped, they could be dead in far less than a single day! These aren't police; these are the Keystone Cops!
"Ma'am," he begins with a worried and hurt frown, jaw set, "insinuating my homeworld doesn't exist just because you've never heard of it out here in Sector Twelve is the rudest thing I've heard since I arrived. I'd never heard of Pz-Zazz until we got here, but it's certainly here." It's a cesspool compared to Micro, he thinks uncharitably, but he keeps that to himself. "This girl has been missing for two of your days. And she is not trying to be lost." Clipper will kill him for implying she's just a little girl, but usually, missing minors get more attention. He might be fudging the time she's been missing a little bit, but Omega Supreme did crash a couple days ago.
For all Holi knows, though, these horrible excuses for people kidnap kids all the time. They don't do much to make him think any better of them, that's for sure.
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Post by Elita-1 on May 4, 2010 8:41:25 GMT -5
Elita is as appalled at the old cop's words as Holi. How can they possibly consider that to be proper procedure?
She straightens up, and says tersely, "With all due respect, ma'am, just because Captain Holi only arrived recently does not mean part of our group has not already been on planet. Which we have."
"I assume there is paperwork we need to fill out?"
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Post by Ramulus on May 7, 2010 11:08:42 GMT -5
Ramulus continues his silent sentry watch. The usual scowl blends his irritation but his fur looks a bit charged.
The Maximal concentrates himself on a wall filled with all kinds of notes, some unreadable. But even those receive keen interest. All to ignore the officer so he doesn't get upset.
Diplomacy and bureaucracy is so not his thing.
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Post by SceneMod on May 10, 2010 22:12:14 GMT -5
OOC: I am so sorry. I completely forgot that I was scening here. Complete brain melt.
Cell-Ma frowns and leans over the desk to grumble at Holi. "Now listen here, sonny, I didn't say it didn't exist, just that I didn't know where it was and it ain't on our starcharts as an inhabited planet. It will be after your little visit, soon as you fill out the missing person's paperwork with the planet coordinates. So get the starch outta your britches and watch pissing off the person who can actually help you and your motley crew out."
"Gawds, what is it with you lot wearing that symbol, huh? Cause all that ruckus in the Red-Light district, and then act like we're supposed to conform to your ideas of how things work. This is Pz-Zazz, kids, not some plastic-coated, namby-pamby politically correct playland."
She settles back down and rummages in a drawer for some paperwork, slaps the sheets onto a clipboard and jabs it in Elita-1's direction.
"Here." Assuming the clipboard is taken, Cell-Ma will light up a cigarette and go back to her crossword puzzle.
Skippable for a bit
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Post by Holi on May 12, 2010 12:05:00 GMT -5
Holi privately declares that there is nothing of merit lost if this horrible planet is never included in the Galactic Defence Force's database. And if he's going to be talked to like a bratty little kid even when he's trying to behave himself and be mature – which is really getting more and more difficult – there's no use even speaking to this horrid woman.
Who is ignoring him now, despite the fact that he was the one talking, in favour of handing the paperwork to Elita-1. Like it would be impossible for him to reach up or the desk sergeant to reach down!
The very angry Micromaster keeps very quiet, but there is a sudden, unintentional increase of static on the radios in the station.
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Post by Elita-1 on May 15, 2010 8:27:46 GMT -5
Elita-1 does take the clipboard, though a bit hesitantly. She isn't sure if the lady handed it to her because she asked, or if she's deliberately slighting Holi. Either way, Elita is not impressed with this place and it's law enforcement either.
She tries to put a hand on Holi's shoulder as she tilts her head toward a row of chairs.
"Here, let's get this done with," she says, handing him the clipboard before walking over to the chairs.
Over shortrange, she says: //I'm not sure how I feel with about the Autobot symbol being auto-linked to troublemakers...that means she's seen some others, mostly likely Jetfire and Jetstorm. But where are they? They haven't been on the radio in awhile. And...what about Sentinel?//
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Post by Ramulus on May 17, 2010 15:56:27 GMT -5
Ramulus glances as Elita walks away from the counter. He promptly abandons the message board and wanders back to the two to flop down into a chair himself. It looks like he has decided to be of assistance with the files where possible.
//We made a shiny entrance// He says this with trademark sarcasm. //Didn't see anything familiar on the board over there.//
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Post by Holi on May 23, 2010 9:49:48 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, forgot about SceneMod being skippable.
Stiff-backed and still silently fuming, Holi doesn't even look at the chairs or Elita-1, but follows anyway. He refuses to climb into any of the chairs and, if anything, the radio static grows worse when he thinks that desk sergeant would just make a booster seat joke if he tried. He hopes her lungs shrivel into cinders.
//These people aren't going to be any help,// is all he unhelpfully mutters.
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