Detective Ray Kowalski (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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driftfleet2015-08-28 01:40 pm
poetontheinside) wrote in driftfleet2015-08-28 01:40 pm
inquiries & a challenge
Who: Ray Kowalski
Broadcast: Video
Action: Windrose, and space!
When: today and also whenever the races are happening
[Ray is looking bored bored bored. He has a toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth, and he's throwing a ball from one hand to the other, sometimes scrambling after it when he misses- it's astigmatism, okay, he just doesn't see all that good.]
Alright, so I got a question. Not everyone here's from Earth, whatever, but most of you are from some kinda place with some kinda rules and laws. And I figure a bunch of you have gotta be law enforcement yourselves, y'know, statically. [sic]
Now me? I'm just a regular schmo, city cop worked his way up to Detective. I didn't always wanna be a cop, but I tried it out and it stuck. Chasin' bad guys, putting on the heat, lock 'em up. Bam-bam-bam. [He slams the ball into his hand three times, then sits forward and grins.] It's a job, right? Just like bein' an engineer in here.
[He misses it. He misses it a lot, actually; misses his partner and the job, the satisfaction of a puzzle and a chase and locking up someone who made the world a little more dangerous.] So the rest of you: what do you do? How's it work in your world?
[Added, a few minutes later:]
By the way: I don't have my ar here to race you in, but back home I'm the last guy you wanna get into a car chase with. [He may be exaggerating slightly, but who could contradict him?] Figure I gotta keep those instinct working. I'll be there in two hours, ready to go.
Broadcast: Video
Action: Windrose, and space!
When: today and also whenever the races are happening
[Ray is looking bored bored bored. He has a toothpick stuck in the corner of his mouth, and he's throwing a ball from one hand to the other, sometimes scrambling after it when he misses- it's astigmatism, okay, he just doesn't see all that good.]
Alright, so I got a question. Not everyone here's from Earth, whatever, but most of you are from some kinda place with some kinda rules and laws. And I figure a bunch of you have gotta be law enforcement yourselves, y'know, statically. [sic]
Now me? I'm just a regular schmo, city cop worked his way up to Detective. I didn't always wanna be a cop, but I tried it out and it stuck. Chasin' bad guys, putting on the heat, lock 'em up. Bam-bam-bam. [He slams the ball into his hand three times, then sits forward and grins.] It's a job, right? Just like bein' an engineer in here.
[He misses it. He misses it a lot, actually; misses his partner and the job, the satisfaction of a puzzle and a chase and locking up someone who made the world a little more dangerous.] So the rest of you: what do you do? How's it work in your world?
[Added, a few minutes later:]
By the way: I don't have my ar here to race you in, but back home I'm the last guy you wanna get into a car chase with. [He may be exaggerating slightly, but who could contradict him?] Figure I gotta keep those instinct working. I'll be there in two hours, ready to go.
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Yeah. [And he didn't even mention the Mountie and his half-deaf lip-reading flower-arranging wolf yet.]
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Okay. I think I got it. But I'm betting you're about to tell me Vecchio didn't do it, right?
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Only I didn't know that, Frannie didn't know that, Fraser didn't know that. But all of 'em are convinced he didn't, so we had to find out who did, right?
Frase, he, uh, he figures out that piece of drywall was pretty new, so he goes down to talk to the contractor who put it up, yada yada yada, but- there's still us, with a dead body, in the middle of a police station, right? And the Lieu comes in, tells us he wants the interrogation room we were in, 'cause they still wanna interrogate this guy.
Hey, how would you do it? Get a body outta there without raising suspicion, so you can figure out who really iced him?
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I'm afraid the last time I flexed my detective muscles, I nearly lost my job.