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Calling all cops and autobots

Date & Time: Pretty much any time from 28Feb throughout the month of March; specify in your comment subject!
Location: All across Exsilium!
Characters: Sergeant Calhoun and YOU!
Summary: While the sarge is out on patrol she winds up running into all kinds of people. And all kinds of trouble. The details are up to you! Wanna get busted? Wanna get rescued? Wanna get donuts? Anything goes, just be creative!
Warnings: Will be updated as necessary

Tamora had come to enjoy her duties as one of Exsilium's Finest, as it were. Not that the police force was particularly organized or notably well-trained, but she supposed they made the best of what they were given. When she'd first arrived in this place she'd been concerned that she would just go out of her mind without her job to keep her occupied, but policing the streets had become a pretty acceptable stand-in. There was a part of her that missed taking out cy-bugs (and an even bigger part of her that missed her colleagues back in Hero's Duty and the rest of the arcade), but moping never fixed anything. Tamora Jean Calhoun did not mope. And so instead she just set herself to cracking down and taking a bite out of crime and serving and protecting and all those fine upstanding things cops did.

Even if it meant dealing with her fair share of resistance. Heck, she kind of enjoyed the troublesome ones--she was a little rough by nature, after all, and figured one good hard time deserved another. She wasn't afraid to full-body tackle a suspect if it came to it, and had her share of bruises and scrapes from doing so. They might not have been laser burns or gashes from cy-bug pincers, but they were battle scars in their own rite.

She'd never been a huge fan of sweets, but she did frequent the local coffee shop when she had downtime, giving the other patrons leery looks over the lip of her mug as she sipped contemplatively at the bitter black liquid. Sometimes she tried her hand at making up ridiculous dramatic histories for the people standing in line. She hadn't bothered asking any of them if she was right or not; it was more fun to just assume the man in the fedora was a mafioso and the woman in the perfectly tailored pencil skirt behind him was his best hitman.

Even on her days off she more often than not found herself tooling around town on her cruiser, just making sure the peace was kept and everyone was coloring within the lines. Exsilium still didn't quite feel like 'home', but it was definitely something that was worth protecting, so far as she was concerned, and nothing was going to change her mind.

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_{[There were perks and drawbacks to keeping his Organization cloak in his possession. On one hand? It was perfect for when he'd get caught in a downpour. The light drizzle of rain never really phased him, and anything harder he'd normally end up creating a barrier around himself.

Keyword being normally.

One of the drawbacks? It concealed his identity fairly well and if past experiences were any indication, running around in a strange world with the hood up and constantly looking over his shoulder is usually a bad thing. Light knows he still has a lump or two on his noggin from that day in Olympus when the imposter was out roaming around.

So there Demyx was, jogging down the sidewalk and around the corner as he searched frantically for something. When he finally spots the store he was looking for, he does a quick 180 and bolts towards it.]}

Ahh--! Don't close, don't close, don't close--!

_{[And just as luck would have it, the sign on the door flips to 'CLOSED'.

...Oh for Light's sake.]}

Aw, c'mon! Seriously, guys?!

Riku didn't normally drink coffee. He drank tea, and he had made sure Calhoun had known that since the day they met, making little faces when he saw her down a cup. It was too strong, he said. It reminds me of this really mean English teacher I had, he said. Doesn't it color your teeth, Sarge, he said.

He's made himself scarce for a few days, as he sometimes does. He needs to be alone some days; he doesn't check in because he's never been taught to. Just leaves, doesn't leave a note, doesn't give her a heads up. He may be her student in a way, but Riku's still far too used to being alone and depending on himself for a bulk of his time to really subscribe to that student mentality. Part of him already knows that he'd get skinned alive if he tried this in the Sky Force back home; part of him really doesn't care for the moment, because he feels a dark ache in his chest and he wants it to go away quick.

Being immune to other's Darkness didn't mean he could keep his Darkness in check. If he wasn't careful, he'd end up hurting himself, and maybe even some others.

... and he needed to wake up. He rubs his forehead with the back of his hand as he strides into the shop, right past Calhoun without a second glance, too tunnel-visioned to even look at anyone else while he's bundled up with a coat and a scarf. He orders a coffee (he makes a face and just waves a hand, ordering whatever the barista deems as 'good') and, once it's made, turning around--

And he spots Calhoun right there, and freezes up.

[While the unsubtle hat pulled down low to cover this scruffy looking man's eyes is by no means a fedora, it is certainly gaudy enough to make an impression at a distance.

He is sitting quite relaxed on a decrepit looking bench, a cane hooked over the back of it, whistling a jaunty tune that sounds suspiciously like it came from a Beatles back catalogue, and is taking time out from his tuneful interlude to toss handfuls of crumbs from the bag of Cornish pasties he's enjoying at an equally unkempt looking flock of pigeons in the area, irregardless of the flaking paint on a nearby board that states- albeit shabbily- that patrons are kindly asked to NOT feed the pigeons.]

Ridiculous dramatic histories, you say?

Well, here's one ridiculous sight; a young teenager striding into the store with a long green snake in tow. Usually on most occasions, she leaves Hibiscus in her Pokeball, but sometimes it just didn't feel right to stuff her only partner here in sphere. The Serperior deserved some exercise and sunlight too (whatever little sunlight they got here, anyways).

Mei didn't expect the looming clouds to just start raining though. And rain hard. Taking shelter in the nearby coffee shop seemed like a good idea at first, after all, she's been here before once or twice to get some of their delicious hot chocolate. But soon almost everyone's staring at the drenched girl and the quiet snake that seems to almost naturally at everyone.

Kang had figured out the tablet that he'd been given. It was fairly user-friendly, lucky for him, and he'd always been a quick learner. There were a couple of features that he'd yet to figure out, though, and he sat at a table by himself at the coffee shop, fiddling with his tablet and muttering curses in Nerakese every now and then (the usage of Nerakese, if anything, made his harsh accent even more noticeable). He scowled, pressing a few buttons with a claw, and cursed again as he hit the wrong ones by accident.

It's the wee hours of the morning and Nepeta is scampering up some buildings, jumping from wall to wall to reach greater heights. She's not going anywhere in particular--just determined to keep on moving. She may not be the powerhouse that her moirail was, but that wasn't to say she would ever slack on her own exercise. That high you got when you pushed your body to new limits was one of the best feelings in her opinion, and lately she had been resorting to it more and more to try and stave off her increasing bouts of anxiety.

It was then that she noticed something curious she hadn't before. There was a strange device floating in the air--some sort of hovercraft? Nepeta was far from tech savvy but that's what she'd label it as. She could see someone on it, and her curious nature took over and she made her way towards them.

She waited till the person was moving inbetween two buildings, and jumped from one to the next. As she was jumping over, she raised a hand and gave a bright smile.

"HIYA!"

Thankfully, she made a safe landing.

[Ralph strolls along the aisles of the marketplace, attempting to scrounge up a meal for himself. Going from living in the dump to having an apartment and food at almost any time has been quite an adjustment, and he's making a conscious effort to control his appetite, not to overdo it on the food intake.

Honestly, spending so much time in Sugar Rush before finding himself in Exsilium has made his sweet tooth rather active.... Ooooh, some chocolate would really hit the spot right now, or even some cherries... too bad the cherries here are so tiny compared to the ones from PacMan.

Before he can make for the candy vendor, he spots Sergeant Calhoun turning the corner, making her rounds, though it's never easy to tell if she's on or off duty. He approaches her with a smile and a wave.]

Hey Sarge! Seems like a quiet day, huh? Or are there ne'er-do-wells scuttling about the seedy underbelly of Exsilium?

[He holds his hands up and wiggles his fingers like insect legs in a playful attempt to be creepy, but his goofy smile gives him away.]

Getting a cup of coffee before patrol had become an old habit back from Death City. Some days just required a small cup the stuff. It wasn't a daily occurrence, however it did happen with some frequency.

Today just happens to be one of those days. Some time still remains before his shift on the police force beings so a small cup of coffee couldn't hurt. Kratos enters the coffee shop dressed in full military garb and with fiery sword sword at his side. The coffee assistant, upon seeing him the first time, had nearly saluted (it might've stroked Kratos' ego a bit, really). This time, however, the girl gives him a smile and asks if he wants the usual. A nod and thank you later, the girl is off making him some plain old black coffee and Kratos is left waiting.

"HIYA CALHOON!"

Sonic decided to say hi while Calhoon is tooling around on her patrols.

While she's still flying. He waves energetically, and then hops onto the board next to her, hanging on with effortless-looking balance.

"WHOO, hahah! Howzigoin'? Man, you didn't tell me you had Gear like this!"

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Blaine tried to keep himself busy because he knew that when he got bored he started to do... questionable things. He was the epitome of the warning against idle hands, which was why it was somewhat unfortunate that his hands were indeed idle. Walking down a back alley on his way from one main street to another, he contemplated what he could do to alleviate his boredom. There were always more people to meet and bars to hop or hookers to see and friends to tease, but none of that was anything new and no one was around him now. At least not that he knew of.

Looking up, he idly counted the floors up the fire escape as he moved towards the end of the ally. He paused, hands in his pockets. Hmmmmm. Could he make that jump and grab the bottom of the fire escape? He bet he could, but there was only one way to find out... He backed up, hands slipping out of his pockets as he looked behind him to avoid tripping and clear his path. Then he faced forward and gauged his distance.

He rubbed his hands together and cracked his knuckles in preparation before he started to run forward until he was sprinting. He only changed his tempo slightly before he jumped to get the perfect distance away. Or so he hoped. He sailed up, fingertips extended, trying to reach the bottom of the platform, but would he make it?

[If you're looking for possible trouble-makers, it doesn't get much more potential trouble than this guy. There's a redhead pacing around in the rain some distance from the housing building, looking overall suspicious and pissed off at everything. Especially when he turns off the main streets, ducking into the alley between two of the larger buildings.]

Another rainy day, another day without an umbrella. Lacie didn't mind it, really. It might be repetitive, but when you thought you would never see it again, even the reptitiveness becomes endearing. Although, she can't help but muse that something new and interesting showing up would be nice.

An entertaining light shines through the dullness in the form of a woman floating around in the air on some weird object. How is she floating around like that? Maybe magic? Maybe that weird object aids in it? Very very curious.

For whatever reason, the lady luckily stops a short distance away and Lacie instantly approaches. Whether or not she has plans or is busy is irrelevant because Lacie has a question and it is getting asked. "How is it that you are capable of flying around as you were?"

Thank goodness it was Friday never really applied to Tamora. A marine's duty didn't let up just because the week was over, after all, and around Exsilium it seemed things just got crazier when the weekend hit. Well, even if she couldn't really be grateful for Saturday, she could at least be glad her shift was over for the day. Time for another round of caffeine.

Swinging her cruiser up to her favorite coffee shop and kicking it closed, she slung the pack onto her shoulders and pushed through the door. Giving a wave to the barista, who quickly set about making her usual mug of black mud, Tamora cast a glance across the little cafe. Her eyebrows lifted when she spotted a familiar blond head and she moved easily to the table where Barnaby was seated.

"Fancy meeting you here, Inspector," she said with a grin, setting her pack down on the floor and sinking into the chair across from him. Barnaby Brooks was a busy guy, and she hadn't really had the chance to just sit down and get to know him as much as she would have liked. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders, and it was always good to touch base with your superiors, so far as she was concerned. "Just getting started, or taking five during some downtime?" she asked casually.

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[Coby snuck his way out of an old forge, holding a wrapped saber and scabbard, inspecting both pieces diligently as he walked. He had once heard that it was dangerous to walk with sharp objects, but didn't seem to be heeding that information. After nearly getting severe mortal wounds in fighting a Heroic Spirit by the title of 'Saber', he realized immediately that he wasn't as strong as he could have been. This disappointment drove him to his purchase.

A minimalistic lifestyle and daily rationing of foods left him at that impasse--spend money to purchase entertainment and to ultimately better himself or to spend money on something absolutely pragmatic that would lend to his training and the completion of missions. Coby essentially went with the sword. It was expensive--doubly so. The overwhelming guilt of his purchase weighed on him so he stopped his stride, leaning against a wall and sheathing the blade. He wrapped it up and groaned, looking around. Somehow, Coby assumed that someone would be around to shame him for his self-assessed greed.]

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late afternoon/early evening of the 28th?

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[mid afternoon, 28th]

late afternoon, march 1

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March 5, early afternoon, marketplace/square

March 2nd, late morning

[Afternoon, 28th]

March 2nd, Early Evening, Aw yeah bad decisions

[A little while after sundown, the first]

March 5th, afternoon and sorry for the late!

Barnaby | after day shift, Friday the 8th

March 12th, Evening