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[policework]

[Detective-Sergeant Michael Celluci had his hands out. In one was a cup of coffee, in the other was a set of car keys. He was standing in a way that would lead the average observer to believe that he had been about to step into his car, when the car had disappeared. The confused look on his face backed up this train of classification

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[darkest0knight]

.......Cell...uci?

[policework]

Foster?

What the hell- This is not Vancouver.

1/?

[darkest0knight]

2/?

[darkest0knight]

[killerdimples]

[see Lee walk down the street. See Lee walk by...and pause]

Lost?

[policework]

[He blinks, slowly. And straightens himself out of the crouching position he wasn't aware he was dawning.]

You could say that.

[killerdimples]

New here, too, right?

You need some help?

[policework]

Oh, so people being ripped out of their daily commute is common, here?

[He scratches the back of his neck,] I'd ask for some directions, but let me guess, we're trapped here, there's no way out. [His tone suggest melodrama; he isn't sure he believes what he's saying.]

//a la Voice Post?//

[razrsharp]

Another one.

//a la Voice Post?//

[policework]

How ominous of you.

Yes?

//a la Voice Post?//

[razrsharp]

We're currently having elections for the post of Warden, and only now do at least two with prior police experience arrive.

Forgive me, Tony said you're a Detective. Nicholas Brocklehurst.

//a la Voice Post?//

[policework]

I don't think I would've run, anyway.

You know Tony?

Detective-Sergeant Michael Celluci.

[tinyvampiregod]

Hullo, Mister.

[policework]

...Hi.

[tinyvampiregod]

You new here?

[policework]

It that obvious?