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[ a text message comes across people’s screens: ]
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[ After half a minute, another: ]
Can’t think coffee into hand. COA: bullocks.

[ ooc: fyi, The password is three ]

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[ He needs thought, open thought, now that the bulk of everything is starting to sink in. Voice it is. Clearly British. ]

Please don't tell me you're another 'friend'.

[Shepard's voice is dry, raspy, and amused. Someone who studies accents could pick out hints of background -- Central Canadian, Korean, and something else -- indefinable, to someone who's never heard an accent from offworld. The way he speaks -- the blunt, easy confidence -- clearly indicate someone used to authority, and a military background.]

I wouldn't say that. I'm the Chief of Police in New Moore, at the moment. There are exactly three things that I like about Sherlock Holmes.

His fees are reasonable, he helps put criminals behind bars, and I almost never have to speak to him personally.

[ And as to be expected, Sherlock deduces the most of that. The accent has him perplexed marginally. It's combination of phonetics was unique. ]

By popular vote? You're one of us 'fictionals' as well I take it?

Let's just say I'm as real as you are.

As for voting, you might have noticed from the way you showed up here that this isn't the most democratic island in the galaxy.

Did notice, actually. Hence my rather sarcastic method of asking how you happened across your title here.

Started at the ground level. When the first Chief died, the 'fictionals' didn't want to accept a 'nonfictional' in charge. When Chief Number Two lost the job, I was the fictional on the force with the most experience, so our kindly overlords appointed me.

Your tone says military. Work in consort with them, our lovely captors?

That was pre-island. Commander John Shepard, N7 Marine, Systems Alliance Navy, on loan to the Citadel Council Special Tactics and Reconnaissance program.

[ He squints, though Shepard couldn't see. Processing. This is likely the most comfortable he's been since arrival. It sounds in his voice; the simple chatter of work related details. ]

What's the legislation? Bare bones, ten commandments? Dealing with a rather wide ranged cultural demographic, it's safe to assume.

My officers tell me the criminal code is twenty-first century American, more or less. Exceptions left and right for externally imposed mind-altering states and shifting jurisdictions, but other than that, standard for its era.

[ convenient. ] Given your conversations elsewhere, I'll go ahead an volunteer myself [for a 'test' that is] with an exchange that I see the establishment.

[ He's not looking to invade, he just wants to know how it's run. As of right now, Sherlock is treating this the same way he might if he were exiled to an unknown. Which is difficult given his obsession with law, but ]

You'll find my rates just as reasonable. [ read: free. ]

Deal.

I like you better already.

My state of flattery is yet to be determined.

[ ooc: want to IM; chat about set up or what have you? ]

I'll see what I can set up.

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