cop_an_attitude | 02 | [Written/Voice/Action]

[Early enough in the morning that it's clear someone couldn't get back to sleep, a series of doodles appear on the page: they're Sally's best estimate of the floor plan of her apartment, with little rudimentary sketches of furniture in various placements. Over the span of a half hour, several are drawn with different configurations and crossed out before one ends up circled. A check mark is drawn next to it for good measure.

She was too lazy to get out of bed and find real scrap paper, but she figured no one would care.

Much later in the morning, at a reasonable hour, Sally makes a voice recording.]

Right. I've got a question, much as I hate to ask it: since I've been a bit of a dosser when it comes to actually talking to people since I've come here, what with the rampant madness of...everything, and being busy with a few things, I've run short of friends who're willing to do me favors. That being said, I've several articles of heavy furniture that need to be moved up seven flights of stairs.

My usual find-help-moving-house tactic of offering free beer and crisps is moot here, but if there's anyone who can help me out, I'd be happy to negotiate some sort of payment. A favor in return, or something. As I said, I wouldn't ask, but...well. Some of you lot have magic and super strength, and I'm just a regular copper with one very slightly weak ankle. [A self-deprecating laugh that's a little more rueful than she intended. Sally really hates asking for help, but she also really wants her flat not to look like a room in a mental institution, so something had to give.] Thanks, everyone.

[In the afternoon, Sally can be found poking around the item shop, looking for home decorating items and some things she's hoping will show up from her world, and in the evening she'll be at the library doing some cursory research of other worlds and waiting for something interesting to jump out at her.]

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That stuff sounds pretty exciting! Where's all the paperwork come in?

Someone has to document everything to make sure each case was completed according to exacting procedure, which requires about seventeen different forms to be filled out in triplicate.

Other than that, it can be rather exciting, when it isn't disgusting or depressing.

...Seventeen? And wait, you need three of each one?

It's not literally seventeen. Most of the time. And yes, because certain forms need to go to more than one person.

That sounds awful. Why'd you pick the job if it was like that?

Because I like it. I like solving mysteries and helping people. Sometimes it's grueling and far from glamorous, but that's always worth it if you're doing what you love.

And anyway, I guess the paperwork isn't all that bad once you're used to it.

I guess you got a point there.

Do you come across a lotta mysteries?

Plenty, but not more than we can keep up with.

Does that mean you solve 'em all?

...Well, I wouldn't be that optimistic about it.

[He laughs.]

I wouldn't have thought so. If ya get most of 'em I'd be impressed.

We do. We...have help sometimes, but we do.

Then hats off to you guys.

What kinda help?

We have a...he's sort of a part-time consultant. He's not important.

Not important? But ya made it sound like he helped you out a lot.

...Oh, wait a minute. He's a stool pigeon, isn't he?

A what? Oh, an informant? No, he's more like a...detective. Who couldn't be arsed to become a proper policeman, but insists on acting like one anyway.

...You don't like him?

[It's just a guess, between the way she dismissed him as unimportant and how he sounds kind of annoying.]

No, I don't. Truth be told, he's been indispensable a lot of times, but he's arrogant and rude and generally horrible.

How come ya can't just get rid of him?

[A pause.]

Even if ya need him for cases and stuff, the police department back home leaves plenty unsolved.

[He's trying to sound reassuring with that.]

I'd rather put up with him than let murders go unsolved.

There's gotta be another guy you can hire, right? This guys isn't that great, is he?

He's...well, no. We can't. He's one of a kind. In most ways. Thankfully.

Oh, yeah? Well, then, I'm sorry ya gotta put up with him. At least ya get a break from him while you're here, right?

No such luck, I'm afraid. What about you; anyone you knew back home around?

Oh, man, really? I feel bad for you.

The people who harass me are all back home, as far as I know. My friend Czes is here. He's from a year before me, somehow. It's kinda weird, he barely knows me now.

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