First Entrance

[hey35andholding]

Clementine's door opens with an exceedingly loud thud that rattles the mooring around it. Gun drawn, she tries to effect a pose that's both camera-ready sexy and menacing to the perp she

"Freeze scum...." she cuts herself off in mid-shout as she takes in her surrondings, and pauses, glares over the top of her sunglasses, and lowers her gun.

"...bag?"

Well, this is confusing.

[OOC: First appearance and first character in Milliways! Clementine is mid-canon as of this post (think S2, her canon is Reno911!, and her details are available in her profile). Open for anything, and until post scrolls off the front page. Please do tag in and we'll go to slows - coming back to answer tags on Monday!!]

[Tiny peroxide-drenched tag: Deputy Clementine Johnson]

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[covert_bandage]

Yes. Yes it is. To the people already at the bar almost as much, as it happens. The blond guy at the table nearest the door really wasn't expecting that, and almost spills his drink twisting around to see what just happened. "Ah," he says, "you might want to put that away..."

[hey35andholding]

Clem's vaguely stunned, but she's seen a lot (a LOT) in her lifetime, so she tries to cover it. And does put away the gun. "Why? Does this place have a thing about concealed weapons?"

She HATES those sorts of bars...

[covert_bandage]

"Oh, no, as far as I can tell there's no issues with concealed or unconcealed weapons being allowed in here," Arcade says. "As long as it's safely in its holster that's all that seems to matter. You're new here, I'm guessing?"

[hey35andholding]

"Yeah," Clem says. Hey, as long as she doesn't get her service revolver taken away (again) it's all good. She holsters it. "And right. Whenever I'm on this side of town I'm usually too busy working a cover to check out the bar scene. What's this place called?"

[covert_bandage]

"This is Milliways," says Arcade. "Interesting little place. You'd be amazed how far some people go to come here. Where're you coming in from, anyway?"

He still has a hard time wrapping his head around the nature of the Bar, so he's not about to club anyone over the head with it.

[hey35andholding]

"I'm a native, born and raised." She still thinks she's in Reno, of course.

And this is the perfect excuse to amble up to the bar. "Who the hell's in charge here, anyway?"

[covert_bandage]

Well, if we're being honest, she does look kind of like the people Arcade sees in the New Vegas area. So, okay, he can buy that.

(She'd probably fit right in over in New Reno, too.)

"Oh, the bar's automated," Arcade says. "Takes voice orders most of the time. The first drink's free and they'll let you run a tab after that."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is, tragically, utterly unfazed by the gun. Seeing as her reaction to guns has only managed to make it into the 'ooooh, gimme' and 'no, really?' ranges before she ran into a shopgirl high on time vortex power, this is hardly a new development.

The pose is appreciated, though. Ace believes that coppers should provide ready entertainment. Or at least provide alcohol and good conversation. Bonus points if all three are provided.

"Hullo." She waves, grinning straight down the barrel of the pistol, "Lemme guess - went left when y'should've gone right?"

[hey35andholding]

Clementine loves a girl with guts - even if she

"That'd be a 'yes'. I was chasing down a mugger and I took a left and now I'm in..."

She grins when she realizes she's been dumped into the middle of a bar. As long as she's not the one tending it, it's all good. "...A bar. That runs tabs for officers. I hope."

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"Runs tabs f'anyone. Likes pullin' them at inconvenient times, too, s'don't get too comfortable." Ace replies, neglecting entirely to mention the nature of the bar holding said tabs. Ace is more into practical experience than theory.

(OOC: Is LJ eating part of your tags? *pokes LJ for you*)

[hey35andholding]

"'Inconvenient times'." Clem considers the words. "Sounds like the bartender likes grudges. I've worked for jackasses like that before."

Bar's not gonna like that, Clem.

[OOC: Urgh, yeah, I got a stupid 404 error posting that last tag. Working fine now!)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

"You are not startin' out well, are you?" Ace drawls, smirking. "She prolly heard you. Good luck on gettin' alcohol now. I heard Shirley Temples are good."

[hey35andholding]

Clem pulls a face at the notion. "Misfortune loves slobbering all over me. Story of my life. Great, she holds a grudge?" She glances around, trying to see if the bartender is watching them. If it were a guy, Clem could persuade him in her own special way - she's rather able when it comes to plying a guy with favors. "Is there any way to kiss up to her?"

[OOC: Just got the notif! Sorry for leaving you hanging last night - slows all right?]

[neapolitan_man]

Old habits die hard. It's not easy being a supervillain, okay?

Tony Napolitano was just minding his own business having a sandwich and a beer at a table over by the bar, but he's all too familiar with the cop tone, and it's a matter of reflex that makes him stop moving (though he doesn't put his beer down or raise his hands). It's like with animals; they can smell fear.

"I'll have you know I have an alibi," he says. Whatever's going on, he's sure he can scrounge one up.

[hey35andholding]

Clem is mildly bemused at her sudden appearance in the bar, but that's not her predominant thought at the moment: the first one she has while looking at Tony would be that she thinks he's hot, but that's beside the point; she finds most men hot.

"Easy now, you're not the perp I was looking for." She holsters the gun and raises a brow. "You don't know where he went, do you? Bald guy wearing a raccoon costume, carrying a bloody knife? Answers to Mister Squeakers the All Powerful?"

She's just clever enough to file away his reaction for later, and decides to get on his good side. Maybe he's worth a bounty and she can dump her dire FICOS score forever?

[neapolitan_man]

He grins, and sets the beer down (but only to light a cigarette). She's much better than the Skyline City cops--easier to look at, anyway.

"No, but I can give you a lead on a mutant man-squirrel," he says. "Don't think he's stabbed anybody--he's more of a claw man, if you know what I mean--but hell, he's probably done something lately to warrant a little hassling."

[hey35andholding]

Clem's the hottest girl in Reno - just ask her and she'll tell you.

"Mutant man squirrel." Her tone is loaded with sarcasm. "Okay, look, buddy - this isn't my first time at the rodeo. I've been around. Just tell me where you're keeping your acid." Then, with what she's entirely sure is an innocent expression. "I'm fine with splitting the evidence. If you know what I mean." Wink, wink.

[neapolitan_man]

"What, you don't believe in mutants? These stripes aren't just a bad makeup job; it's not like I choose to look like a tub of ice cream. Least I can hide it, though. Squirrel can't."

He takes a drag on his cigarette.

"Anyway, if I had any acid--which I am not admitting to--but if I did, I wouldn't just hand it over. There's better things around than acid anyway."

[hey35andholding]

"Only the kind that crawl around Reno at three in the morning..." she trails off when he points out the stripes.

Hmm. Well. Her acid gambit having failed, she asks, "such as?" Coke's as hard as she's willing to go - it's always been her bottom line, with booze and pot being her recreational meds du'jour.

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

Sonya's actually in the rafters, or rather she's hanging onto them by her legs and doing an extreme form of sit-ups, when she hears the woman barge in and decides it's fine enough time to stop.

She pulls herself up and starts climbing down, giving the woman a 'not really amused' look. And looking at her uniform, she's suddenly glad that her own BDUs aren't that 'snug'.

[hey35andholding]

Would she believe Clem actually altered her uniform so that it shows more than it once did? By the time Sonya makes her approach, Clem's already in the process of holstering her gun (at least she's not scratching herself indecently with it, as some of her colleagues might).

She's a little less confused than she was before, but is still visibly stunned. She raises a brow at Sonya as she approaches, prepared for anything she might say. Tough recognizes tough.

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

Sonya would've liked to see that: if only to make a wager on how long it took before one of them shot themselves.

First rule of gun safety: keep gun or rifle pointed anywhere you don't mind shooting.

Her face is fairly stoic when she approaches, even in response to the woman's expression, but she does note her holstering her weapon.

"I'm sure there are a few scum bags here," Because really who could tell with some people. "But as far as I've seen, no one's done anything that deserves a few rounds of lead."

And she should know-her own tolerance for killing (or atleast maiming) her targets is pretty high.

[hey35andholding]

Oh, Junior's shot himself more than once in...certain areas. He likes to brag about his steel balls, let's leave it at that. And Clem's favorite part about being a police officer is shooting perps in the groin, but that's neither here nor there.

Clem automatically holds up a hand. "Didn't mean anything by it, ma'am. I was chasing a criminal and I took a wrong turn...I think?" She cranes her neck to see if she might have lost the guy. Not that she tends to care too deeply about her perps. "Are you a bouncer?"

[lt-blade.livejournal.com]

Sonya would like to shoot perps in the groin: the problem is that such perps are usually armed and in the heat of battle are too high on adrenaline to really be crippled by such an attack-they're also usually armed.

"No." Sadly. "There are people in security but as of yet there aren't any openings."

She moved aside so the officer could get a better look of the place-and the observation window. "Welcome to Milliways, otherwise known as 'the bar that likes to sneak up on people. First drink's on the house."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine should take her to Reno sometime; the only thing that usually incapacitates her quarry are massive amounts of high-quality pcp.


"Security. Huh. How many people do they have..."

Clem trails off, her expression changing, eyes widening, when she sees the observation window. This is either the worst acid trip she's ever had or the best, she isn't sure yet. "Holy shit. That looks like...one hell of a great black velvet painting."