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Bodhi gets into a frank and forthright discussion with Autor which leads to a punch being thrown.

Which leads to Bodhi spending a night in the cells. The visiting thread is here.


[Tinytag: Bodhi Rook.]
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Following her chat with Autor, Molly has been out in the grounds to retrieve Wilford's body from where Autor hauled it up onto the shore.

It's not a pleasant job - dead bodies rarely are - but she's seen worse, too. Worse luck.

The body is wrapped securely in a tarpaulin before being hoisted over her shoulder and carried through the bar, to be left in a cell. Baby, obligingly, provides a temperature-controlled environment, to slow the body becoming any more... unpleasant, and blacks out the cell walls to keep anyone else from getting a shock.

Job done, she collects a change of clothes from the Bar, and heads off for a shower: there's something about a corpse's smell that's hard to shake easily.

Back from her shower and sporting a new sky-blue Though she be but little, she be fierce t-shirt, she settles onto a high bar stool to write her note to the rest of the Security Team.

Guys... )

Responsibilities taken care of for the time being, Molly removes her badge - since she wasn't meant to be on duty, and she figures one dead body is enough work for one day - and resumes her interrupted relationship with her bottle of beer.
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Thin Blue Line)
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After this, there's a note for Security - both at the bar, and in the office.


There's a thing running loose upstairs somewhere. It's quick as anything, and basically looks like a bowling ball with one eye in the middle of it, and something sprouting out the top. It came in with Warfstache, and got loose. He doesn't know what it is or what it does, but he was trying to kill it so it probably isn't great to have running wild.

Gene Hunt 



That done, he returns to his pint. Damnit, it has gone warm.



[OOC: Wilford can be visited here. The one-eyed monster is free to be run into by anyone, at any time, in any place. It's very fast, and no one knows what it is or what it can do. Enjoy! :D]

Tiny!tag: Bernard Black.]


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[Security post: Wilford acts like a twat, and Gene doesn't like twats.


Visiting post
here, with brief note for Security added re: elf dolls.]

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With Moriarty in the cells, Sherlock decides it's time to share what he knows.

He leaves the following note with the Bar.

To: Milliways Security
From: Sherlock Holmes

There is a man in the cells who goes by the name of James Moriarty. Whether this is his real name or not, I do not know. I do know that in our world he is a criminal mastermind, behind any number of thefts, murders, kidnappings, terrorist acts, blackmail, extortion, and other crimes that I am only beginning to uncover.

He is far more dangerous than he may appear. No one is safe from him.

I am attempting to bring him to justice at home. Any help or information you wish to request or exchange, please let me know through the Bar.

SH.


That task completed, Sherlock takes his violin and goes through the door.
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X leaves a note with Bar for people that ask about the fire in the stables and the resultant investigation.


I have found the person responsible for the explosion and fire in the stables. His name is Jim. I do not think he will be stupid enough to do it again. Be careful with packages from Bar that you are not expecting.

-- X


[ooc: A cell visiting post for Moriarty is here. He will be spending the evenings there for a week. Happy visiting?]
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Some things a person expects when coming into Milliways. Waitrats, the Observation window, old faces and new, occasional barfights, time-crossed intra-universal conversations . . .

X, however, is not expecting Bar to hand over multiple stacks of paper, each about the height of an 8-year-old, and a note:

Congratulations on becoming the new acting Head of Security. These papers are now yours to deal with. In a timely manner. Good luck!

X is going to get a new understanding of just why Mel hates paperwork. All paperwork.

Forever.
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There is a note for Security in the Office, written in an old-fashioned hand.

To Members of This Realm's Security Team )

You can find the god who wrote it seated at a table in the corner of the Bar, measuring the room.

[[OOC: Conversation has been handwaved with permission of Mel's mun.]]
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I have a crime to declare
I have disgraced the uniform that I wear
I've done you wrong, 
let no forgiveness be shown
I've been as hard on every rogue I have known




(AKA: conscience, a self-imposed arrest, and a cells post here (but no visitors will be allowed, unless OOC'ly cleared)

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[Not-technically-OOM: Having spoken to Harry Percy about his dispute with Javert, Thor feels impelled to investigate further by getting, and passing judgment on, Javert's side of the story.]
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Gene stalks up into the main bar after this, and sticks a note up on the board.

Bonnie Murdock and Pearse Harman are in the cells, thinking they're other people. They're behind glass, so not contagious. Could probably do with a bit of cheering up - or she could anyway, best stay away from him.

That done, he goes back to his pint at the bar. He might stick around for a few days. This flu usually ends up with a few scuffles here and there.



[Gene not available for tagging, as I'm still technically on hiatus. Back next week! Cells post for Bonnie and Pearse, though.]
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Down in the office after this, there's a 


note for Security. )


If anyone wants to see him, they can.

Gene's not letting him out because he makes him feel weird, but he's not about to mention that. True to his word though, he heads out of the front door as soon as he's written the note. There's some real scumbags out there to catch, and he's had a long enough holiday around this place.


the_gene_genie: (LoM - Hair)
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There's a note for Security in the office, and now one in the bar for patrons who know Jack.


Jack Skellington is in the cells for leaving the boxes of virus around that got some of you sick. And it was his cock-up that meant Santa got kidnapped from here. He's feeling a bit sorry for himself, so someone go and cheer him up, yeah?

Hunt



Duty done, Gene considers himself off the clock for Christmas. He gets a pint - and then a bottle of whiskey to chase the beer down and murder it - and disappears up to his room. Job's a good 'un.



[OOC: Char will be around tomorrow evening to pick up visitors. Reactions only to this, please! Gene will be around next week if there are questions/follow-ups needed. Merry Christmas, M'ways! <3]
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After
this, a cells post for Ava. Visitors welcome!



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For once, one day does not turn into two - or three, or four - and a certain two Frenchmen find themselves at liberty.

That unpleasant task taken care of, Gene leaves a short note for the rest of Security.


Security )

That done, he buggers off upstairs with a pint and a bottle of whiskey. His face still aches, and he reckons he's been on the clock long enough.
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Enzo's doing a Security shift today, with his icon reconfigured accordingly. However, he's also celebrating his unbirthday (a few days late, blame the mun), so while he keeps an eye on the room he's playing the guitar, mostly Bach Inventions, while Minus eats a blob of icing from his unbirthday cupcake. If anyone wishes to party heartier, he'll still be around after his shift.


[OOC: Happy 20th birthday, ReBoot!]
the_gene_genie: (LoM - Neck)
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Gene emerges from the office a couple of hours later, looking a bit tired, but more grim than anything. After a bit of thought, he's written a proper note to Security.

Security )


It's been a funny old night. But he feels some satisfaction in knowing that, for one, Hannibal's safely out of action for a while, and for two, that he was right in his suspicions about the wanker. With the note written, he sticks another, shorter, note on the board for the eyes of the general public.

Anyone wants Alana Bloom, she's in the cells.

Duty done for the night, he disappears upstairs to get drunk in private.


[OOC: Link for the visiting post for Alana.]
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 Mel walks into the bar.
Mel walks into the Security Office.


(Someone with super hearing might hear her muttering: "Oh ferchissakes!")



Five minutes later, Mel stalks right back back through the bar and out of the front door. It slams behind her.

This all looks like it's well in hand.

Someone ELSE can deal with it.

[OOC: Sorry, guys, no time for playing.]
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After this arrest, one more note for Security.


Security )