Case #2: Lost My Job and Incurably Ill

[feellikejumping]

[Audio]
My name is Sam Tyler and... even if I 'ave gone mad I want... No, I need something to do. Better being active, even in a place like this, yeah?

[Directed to Detective Kate Beckett but unfiltered]
I've been directed by Chris Skelton to speak to you about a position in the Police force of this city. I'm not sure what procedure is here in this

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[wandbreaker]

What kind of things do you usually do?

[feellikejumping]

Work wise? Or do you mean in general...?

[wandbreaker]

In general. The things you need to do to be active.

[feellikejumping]

Oh, well... running, swimming, keeping fit. Or just watching telly at 'ome, or the occasional get-together at the pub with coworkers. Of course, my PlayStation didn't see fit to follow me here but, at least I still have reading I can do.

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[justcautious]

Chris has read your post, Sam, and he's actually come back to the flat this evening. So....here he is...just...standing awkwardly. In the same room Sam is in. Waiting for Sam to stop doing whatever he is doing so maybe he can talk to him or something because interrupting Sam from what he is doing is something he isn't big on, especially when what he has to say doesn't seem like super srs bsns.

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[feellikejumping]

It takes Sam a moment before he looks up from his network device, but when he finally does notice Chris, he glances quickly around the room to make sure that they're alone.

"... yeah? You need something, Chris?"

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[justcautious]

"Yeah," says Chris, and stands there a bit more before he says, "Yeah," again and sits down on a chair or something. "Look, um. Well. I try t'follow procedure, but you know. This place don't have rules. Exactly. Cos the deities, well. They don't care, like. So I dunno how much... Well, I try t'follow it, anyway." He's really hesitant. There's clearly something else he's not explaining.

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[feellikejumping]

"...... 'deities'... riiight."

At least he didn't have Piglet in tow. Or Daffy Duck or Roger Rabbit. Still, Sam would have preferred to have the madness stop sometime soon.

Reaching his hand out, he grabbed his most recently opened bottle of whiskey and tried his hand at some sense of logic amongst all the insanity. "Well, if they don't care... then why not just establish some rules of your own?"

[makesfolktalky]

No.

[feellikejumping]

No, what? If you got somethin' to say to me, Carling, just say it.

[makesfolktalky]

Jus' did, didn't I?

[feellikejumping]

Right. And 'no' is just chock full of information. Ever consider speaking in complete sentences?

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[cuffyoutwice]

You can go ahead and send me whatever you've got as to your qualifications, and I'm sure Skelton and Carling can vouch for you. You've just recently arrived?

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[feellikejumping]

Carling? Lovely.

Yes, not long ago. Just been getting settled in...

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[cuffyoutwice]

And how's that going for you? Got an apartment, a roommate?

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[feellikejumping]

Chris Skelton has kindly offered me a room until I can get better acclimated situated.