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[Things are very strange around Prospero, stranger than usual. People like the Katsaros sisters are new to the city, yet they and everyone around them act as though they've been around forever.]

[And starting in the Dark Hour on the eighth of August? Even Caliban has moved; it now emerges from the very center of town, in the location where Prospero City Hall stands during all other hours. There is no indication as to how such changes are happening, or even how.]

[This time, there are no dreams of the Velvet Room and no cryptic but well-meaning Elizabeth or Igor. With such drastic changes going on and after everything at the weapons shop, some people may well have been led to investigate the police station after Eileen's indications that her sister works there.]

[Said sister can be found behind the front desk of the station, head resting on one hand as the other flips through a book with a bored expression. Apparently it was a slow day for her.]

[Despite her being at the front desk, Darcy may not be the first one you approach. There are two others around the entrance; a serious-looking officer in full uniform and a somewhat disheveled plainclothes detective.]

[Go ahead and approach any of them--their objective is to protect and serve, right?]

[ooc: ~~Give me two minutes to set up individual threads to keep this organized, then have at it.~~ HAVE AT YOU.]

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[The woman at the desk seems bored out of her mind, but not careless. It seems the impression she gives off is of a mostly professional woman simply caught off guard in a casual moment.]

[Whenever someone approaches, Darcy straightens up and closes the book in front of her, green eyes focusing sharply.]

Can I help you?

[When the woman glances up at April as she approaches, she gives her a small smile.]

Um, yeah... Ah, I was wondering if I could ask you some questions?

[Darcy returned the smile, folding her hands in front of her.]

Of course.

It's about the weapons shop you own... Um, if you don't mind me asking, how long have you owned it?

Oh, uh...geez, I don't know, a few years?

I see... And who worked behind the counter of it before your sister did?

That'd be me.

Then... has anyone called Felix ever worked there?

Felix? Did he own the building before we did...? I don't know, it's been a long time. But the name doesn't ring a bell.

Um, yeah. Could I talk to Chief Nishimura?

[She stared for a second or two, as if not sure she'd heard him right.]

Uh...sorry, I don't think anyone by that name works here.

*Frown.*

Then who's in charge of the police department?

I only started a week or two ago, but I think that's kind of up in the air. Last I'd heard, someone was transferring in from the mainland or getting promoted or something like that.

Do you know what happened to the previous chief?

Afraid not. I never asked.

*He looks a bit disappointed, but nods.*

Well, thanks anyway.

Yeah, no problem. Anything else I can do for you?

...You wouldn't happen to know anyone more likely to know what happened, would you?

Uh...geez, I don't know. You're welcome to ask around, I guess.

Alright, thanks.

[The one in uniform is seemingly on his way out--likely for some kind of patrol--but he'll stop if someone gets his attention. It's his duty to help the citizens of Prospero, no matter how unusual they might be.]

Excuse me, sir! Do you have a moment?

[He stopped at that, expression serious yet patient. Clearly he was the type of person that looked more severe than he was.]

Something I can do for you?

It's horrible. I lost a ring from my boyfriend, and I just... I don't know what to do. If it were anything else I would just put in a request, but we'll be meeting tomorrow and he'll be expecting me to wear it. That, and...

[She puts her hands together, drawing them to her chest.]

...It's important to me for sentimental reasons. Do you think you could help me find it, sir?

Oh...if it's something like that, sure I can help. Where did you last have it?

[She looks relieved.]

Thank you so much! I was in the shopping district when I lost it.

Then we'll start looking for it around there.

Okay! I'll show you where I saw it last!

[Which she does, beginning to lead the way on over to the exact bit of street.]

[ADVENTURE TIME]

What were you doing when you realized you lost it?

[ADVENTUUUUUURE.]

Erk... [This is the guilty expression of someone who has been caught doing what they shouldn't have. Darn you, dieting!] ...I was actually eating some buttered corn. I wanted to check to make sure the ring wasn't dirty when I realized it wasn't even there at all.

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[And then there's one detective, carrying a small pile of folders on god knows what. Past cases, probably. He's a little older than Darcy and the nearby officer, and a lot less put together than both of them. His appearance isn't that of someone incompetent, just absentminded. Not to mention distracted--he doesn't even seem to notice anyone nearby.]

[And that's totally Izaya's moment to bug this person. Let's see... He's going to approach this person slowly, a smile very visible on his lips.]

Busy day, sir?

[In the corner of his eyes, Izaya's eying the folders suspiciously. As an informant, he have his pride to find out what's this all about.]

Huh? Oh, a little. I guess.

[They don't seem all that incriminating--just normal, unassuming folders.]

[Not that Izaya can see it yet, but inside the topmost file was a report on a string of small robberies. It sounds like there's a pickpocket around that nobody can pin down or catch just yet.]

It could be worse.

[As if he'll buy it. He's very used to that kind of lies. Every little things matter to Izaya.]

[Oh well, he'll play this slow then.]

Agreed. Places like this tend to shove us an extravagant surprise.

It's usually pretty quiet around here, though. I mean, for a city.

[Well, Izaya got one more point: This guy doesn't seem to know about Dark Hour. Yet.]

I would like to object to that, but I suppose I shouldn't. [A small pause.] Also, I suggest you keep your eyes open, sir. Watching things absentmindedly is rather unbecoming, especially for someone like us.

[Of course he would use 'us' for the sake of word games.]

Huh?

[He blinked at that once or twice, frowning slightly.]

What do you mean, 'like us'?

[A cat grin goes here. Izaya lets ten seconds or so to pass before he continues.]

Oh, think nothing about it. Just mumbling to myself! [His grin is still on his face. They're both an 'observer', yet Izaya's kind of observing is very different from the man. And that intrigues him.] Please go back to what you have been doing.

[Whatever Izaya was on about, it seemed completely lost on the detective. But he shrugged and went about his business, opening a nearby file cabinet and putting each folder in its place.]

[Izaya couldn't let his smirk make things go awry here, so he decided to hold it, albeit it's rather hard for him. He was never too fond with policeman or sort, but he kept his eyes at them just in case. Furthermore, this middle-aged man before him was rather new to his eyes.]

Do you mind if I disturb you a bit for asking your name?

Gabriel--Frederick Gabriel.

[Beat.]

Hah, sorry. I always wanted to introduce myself like that. Anyway, I'm a detective.

A detective, eh? I am somewhat surprised.

Izaya Orihara, an informant in the making. [Civil? What civil?] Pleasure's all mine.

An informant?

[the fuck even are you, Izaya]

We could probably use someone like you around here once in a while.

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