LSP Off Duty (IC.)

(I completely forgot about this place. With this roleplay format comes this section of the game. This is where you'll get to do the traditional real time RPing as it'll be a place for having your characters interact with each other when they're off duty in between missions. This will be more of a "go at your own pace" type deal, and you're not required to participate.

Posts here will take place in a "perpetual now" state where the latest mission posted in the main IC tab will (to your characters) have just occurred. Differences in timelines will happen, but we'll sort that chronology out when the time comes.

It's important to note that plot development will take place in the main IC as this is just for you guys to play with. The posts in here will definitely be shorter.

The setting for these is up to you guys and can be anywhere, whether it's a gym, a bar, or the LSP headquarters' break room. NPCs will be welcome here, obviously.)

After The Events Of Omega41 187

After the capture of the serial killer that had murdered Damien Legrand and Abikiwe Nansoko, a large crew of LSP officers and detectives swarmed A.O. Bar. The place was a well-known cop-bar owned by a retired LSP Sergeant Preet Sharma. On this particular night, there were more officers and a fewer ranking officers partaking in a celebration. Sharma tended the counter as she watched her fellow blues enjoying their off time.

“Alright folks! This round’s on me,” O’Malley called out.

“You sure your wife is okay with that O’Malley?” Preet cracked from the bar counter.

Everyone laughed, a reaction brought out by the drinks.

Barry Mangle sat with Wayne in a booth, “I mean, you didn’t have to come.”

“Oh, I find these gatherings to be fascinating,” Wayne’s eyes darted from person to person throughout the crowd while smiling.

“Fascinating?” Mangle took a swig from his mug, “Interesting word choice.”

Wayne turned to look at Mangle with the smile, the coroner was both disarmed and disconcerted by the smile, even after months of working with him. The coroner had to clear his throat.

“Hey! Remember, we are here to celebrate that kid,” O’Malley clinked his mug and pointed his finger at Emmett Tigron, “Good job kid on cracking that case. There was some fancy shit pulled off today what with that bomb threat and the woman.”

“What woman? Your wife?” one of the officers jabbed.

O’Malley smirked, “Alright ya lil’ punk, stop pickin’ on the missus O’Malley. You can pick on me, but don’t pick on her.”

In another corner, Nikos sat next to sergeant Tomson, they both took a swig of beer. Neither of them seemed to know what a smile was despite the jollity that pervaded the establishment.

“Good work today catching the assassin.”

“Thank you, ma’am. It wasn’t just-”

“Just take the compliment, sergeant.”

Tomson blinked, smiled, nodded, and then stopped smiling.

Nikos continued, “I heard about Carnigan and McKenzie, how are they?”

“McKenzie’s arm got hacked off. Thankfully it was a nice clean cut. Nothing too difficult for the techs to handle. They’ve got it soldered. She’ll probably get another one pretty soon. Will be back in a few days. Best give her time to recover mentally.”

Nikos nodded, her eyes still on the crowd, “And Carnigan?”

Tomson inhaled, “She took a few hits, but doctor says she’s no longer in critical,” he took a long sip of his beer.

Nikos nodded, both were silent for a bit, “Don’t beat yourself up about it. There’s nothing more you could have done than what’s already been done. You understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“They knew the risks. We all do.”

Tomson nodded, “Yeah.”

At that point, Soren Farwell was pushed onto the stage, “No no, I don’t do karaoke.”

“Sing, monkey!” one cop cried out.

Soren laughed, “No fuck you guys.”

“Sing Soren sing,” the chant began, and once it did, “Sing Soren sing, Sing Soren sing.”

“Alright,” Soren smiled, he lifted a finger at everyone to stop the chant, “For the record, fuck all of you.”

Everyone laughed as the pilot began to belt out the lyrics to the song. Mountbatten and Alexandra sat at the bar watching.

“Let me know if you guys need anything,” Sharma told them.

“We’re good, thanks Preet,” Alexandra nodded.

The retired sergeant nodded and disappeared into the back.

The lieutenant took a sip of her red-orange cock-tail drink, “Any word on CK?”

“He says he’s up and about now. Hospital food isn’t too bad,” Mountbatten paused, “I decided to let him stay for as long as he needed.”

“Knowing him, it won’t be very long.”

“Mmm, yes,” Mounbatten nodded, “I was beginning to think that I would have had to force him to take sick leave. Though, I must say the circumstances have been favorable.”

Alexandra nodded, she took another sip, “So, Captain, I…distinctly remember you propositioning me.”

Mountbatten spun around, “I did nothing of the kind!”

Alexandra tittered, “I didn’t mean like that. I was referring to the date.”

“Oh,” Mountbatten looked away, “Yes. Right. Goodness, that slipped my mind. Things have been so busy lately, and our schedules, you and I both know how busy we both are and-“

Alexandra’s brows raised, her eyes staring at Mountbatten.

“Right,” Mountbatten cleared his throat, “How’s tomorrow night?”

“Sounds good.”