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undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
knightscode) wrote in undergrounds2015-10-22 04:44 pm
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Westminster -- CLOSED TO FAOLAN
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
Lancelot is getting somewhat used to Night Council work, little by little. He's getting used to travelling to Westminster, checking in, reading reports and generally investigating things that are not quite mundane.
He's also getting used to Faolan. Faolan is a strange sort of person, varying on days between a surly sort of grumpiness and casual friendliness. Lancelot can't quite work out what to make of the man, and he suspects Faolan can't quite work out what to make of him in turn. So much as he insists that he is not used to things or feels he doesn't belong, Lancelot... well, Lancelot isn't exactly in a much better position. He's still learning, but he's learning quickly. He's already been promoted, after all, much to his own surprise. No, Faolan... Faolan is withdrawn, and perhaps the reality of it is that he's a hunter. Hunters are not, exactly, people who work in groups. Perhaps he just needs a little coaxing?
So it is that Lancelot arrives early, waiting outside for Faolan with two cups of coffee from a place up the road and two pastries. Something to help him wake up and perhaps bribe him into conversation.
b) Police & Guardian work -- OPEN
Adjusting to life as both a Community Support Officer and a Night Council Guardian has been easy enough in one aspect: both roles are investigative, and both roles are about upholding the law and protecting people.
So it is that on some days he can be found out and about Richmond and the surrounding areas, neatly dressed in his police uniform and fielding questions from tourists and generally lost people. It's especially busy at the moment with the rugby world cup, and they have a lot of drunks to carefully handle and crowd control to do, but Lancelot doesn't mind it. He's polite and easy going, but he's more than able to handle himself when necessary.
Of course, on the days he isn't there -- or even late at night after work -- Lancelot has his other job to think of. Dressed down into tidy, smart clothing in place of his uniform he heads out back and forth from Westminster investigating Night Council business. From the smallest lead to the biggest problem he does his best to keep on top of things. Moving on troublemakers, carefully dissuading people being too open with their magic or looking into bigger crimes. Lancelot has a good sense for danger, and he's both quick on his feet and strong. Much to the annoyance of people he's looking to apprehend.
c) Crime Scene -- OPEN
Lancelot has made it before the police, for which he's glad. It gives him time to find out what he needs and get away again, cover up as much evidence of non-human action as he can.
Which may prove difficult.
As he crouches down and studies the body the pallor of it finally sinks in. About as pale as you can get, and aside from the damage produced by the fight something else nags at him until he carefully reaches out and pushes aside her hair.
She's been bitten.
The question then is if she's already been turned, or if she's just been drained. Lancelot belatedly realises he's not sure if there's any way you can tell at this point. Vampires are dead, so he can't check for a heartbeat. Is there another test for vampirism?
He supposes he'll have to add it to his list of things to read up on.
d) Off Duty Coffee Shop-- OPEN
When Lancelot isn't running between jobs he still has another responsibility, of course. Lily. His white Samoyed is slowly getting more and more confident around people, and so he does his best to make sure he always has time to take her out and about to meet new people. The parks around London, the high streets in various places and along the river -- she's a very well travelled dog in that respect.
He's sitting outside despite the cloudy weather, eyeing the sky warily as he sips his coffee and Lily laps some water from a bowl. She looks up sharply as someone walks near and flicks her ears, trying to decide if she needs to alert Lancelot before he looks up and around himself.
"Don't worry, she won't bite. She's probably more afraid of you."
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"Yes. I'm not quite sure what kind...he is. Some sort of mix, maybe, with German shepherd. He's all white too, actually. Blue eyes."
Which was quite the counterpoint to Simon's brown hair and brown eyes. He wasn't sure how that worked.
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He runs a hand over Lily's tail and she turns to nose him questioningly.
"They're normally a mix of colours, but they can be pure white too. Lily here is a Samoyed, and therefore also from Siberia -- aren't you?"
Her tail swishes faster at the sound of her name, at the tone of Lancelot's voice, and he smiles indulgently down at her.
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Simon knows enough about dogs to vaguely identify breeds, and he has seen German shepherds with a similar tail to the one he sometimes finds himself wearing. Huh. So maybe he's both.
Hell, maybe his birth parents are a mix of Russian and German.
He absently scratches behind the dog's ears. He knew how positively soppy people could be about their pets, despite never having one himself, so the man's interaction with the dog--Lily--doesn't phase him much.
"Well, she's a lovely dog." What else is there to say?
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After all, Lily has no concept of how people might have schedules or places to be.
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He'd been fairly athletic as a kid, but those days were long past now that he spent his entire life either shut up in a lab at Uni or making overpriced, calorie-laden coffee drinks for the unfeeling masses.
He gives Lily's head another pat. "Well, I'll let you get on with your coffee. Goodbye, Lily."
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"You can sit down if you like, I don't mind the company. Take a break from jogging. Although having some of their coffee might undo all the jogging. It's good coffee though."
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"All right, then." What could it hurt?
He sits at the small table. "I'll just have a tap water, thanks," he tells the waitress when she comes over. "Ice, please."
He looks over at the older man.
"What do you do, Lancelot? Besides cleaning up white hair, of course."
It got everywhere. He knew that very well. From...personal experience.
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"She does have a lot of that. Samoyed's have thick double coats. When she sheds in the summer I could brush a whole dog out of her. Some people use their fur to make wool, it's a little like angora."
Lily, oblivious to the fact that she is the topic of conversation, pads around to investigate Simon more closely now he's sat down. He smells interesting! Which means of course she must push her face into his lap curiously.
"I'm actually a community officer, though! Lily sometimes helps me. She's not particularly well trained yet, but she's good at calming people down. People are more relaxed around a fluffy dog."
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"You don't look like a police officer," Simon replies, surprised. It's meant as a compliment. "I'm a student, myself. Biology and genetics at UCL."
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Lancelot has an idea what the answer might be, but he's interested to hear how Simon words it. It's a product, he thinks, of how news and media depict police. A peculiar sort of thing that makes people forget they are actually people, normal people like them who just happen to have a job enforcing the law.
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"You look more like a police officer you'd see on TV than a real one," he says, finally. He has some experience in the matter, given how many teleplays Dad writes for the BBC. A few have been police procedurals in which the mentally anguished DCI solves some gristly murder while also battling his own inner demons. Lancelot is both conventionally attractive and slightly disheveled enough to be cast in one of them.
"Police officers are usually a bit more clean cut, I guess. But it was a stupid thing to say."
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"Should I take that to mean I look ruggedly handsome and yet troubled?" he prompts, amusement still clear. "There aren't any facial hair regulations in London, actually, although there are in some other parts of England. So long as you look smart and give a good impression it's fine. Admittedly, I shave a little more tidily for work -- but it's my day off, so it doesn't matter.
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"To days off," he tells Lancelot, raising his non-existent glass in a mock salute. "I'm supposed to be managing lab reports right now, but fuck it."