grand theft auto

[runandseek]

[The journals around the castle try to transcribe this particular noise: the sound of a car smashing into an innocent hallway wall. It settles on an odd scrawl of jagging lines that should let the hearing impaired know that something very loud and unpleasant has happened

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[runandseek]

[Oh Nanako, that makes no god damn sense at all, but he couldn't possibly fault her for trying.]

That was almost a week ago... [No, maybe even longer. BRAINWASHING AND KIDNAPPING, HOW THE FUCK DOES IT WORK!? He's never so much as heard of a case of this magnitude in all his years on the force.]

[But as much as he'd like to sit and worry about the particulars of who got kidnapped and brainwashedwhen and why, he doesn't. Paradisa resident for over a year or not, brainwashing victim or not, he is getting his daughter the hell out of this place. He can solve the mysteries of how they got here when they're safe at home. He stands and almost just stomps off in a direction at random, daughter in tow, but realizes as soon as he looks around him that it was very unlikely for there to be some sort of well-marked exit in this ridiculous castle. If his daughter truly has been here for as long as she says she has, and has never been able to leave...]

Has someone been keeping you here? Stopping you from leaving? [He kneels back down to look her in the eye for her answer.]

[junescutie]

Ah- [haha, she hurries to follow him, although she's surprised by the sudden... walking off in a random direction. But just as she's puzzling out where he might be going she stops to listen to his question. She shakes her head in response]

N-No... There are a lot of people trapped here, no one's found a way out.

[runandseek]

[A lot of people... he immediately thinks about his run-in with the last person he'd ever expect to just bump into. "Victim" wasn't a word he'd usually apply to Adachi... he flexes his right hand, winces a little as he feels Adachi's broken nose along his knuckles. There's a conflicted look on his face as his lips tighten and brow lowers. Maybe Nanako's familiar with it? Guilt. And the only way Dojima knows how to deal with guilt: the determination of a detective.]

[If he was alone he'd probably disregard Nanako's information and go storming through the castle hoping to be the one person to somehow find a way out. But more important than finding a way out was staying safe and staying together. He's going to have to accept that Nanako must truly know more than he does...]

Nobody's tried to hurt you? [He looks around for hypothetical somebodies. He wants a suspect, a perp to chase, someone to interrogate. He is not liking the growing reality that he just smacked his car into the only culprit involved.]

[junescutie]

[she watches him think, looking concerned. While she doesn't always know what her Dad was thinking, she is attuned to his mood, and that certainly hadn't changed in her time here. So while she doesn't know that he's feeling guilty, she can tell he's thinking hard about something. When he finally does ask a question she shakes her head again]

Uh uh.. I've made a lot of friends. [if anything, the people here have done nothing but protect her, something that she is always very aware of] And I'm always really careful, so I've been safe.

[runandseek]

[He sighs... he knows looking for someone to shake down right after messing up and shaking down the wrong guy was a bad idea. He's getting better about it but it still takes a bit of effort to swallow his pride and remember what's really important here. He feels a little ashamed that he'd even wish for Nanako to have been hurt simply to give him an excuse to punch someone's lights out. A shallow desire for vigilantism where none was necessary wasn't the answer here.]

[He tries to rope his conflicted feelings in and gives Nanako the best smile he can in the situation.]

That's my girl. [He doesn't exactly think much of his own parenting skills, but he knows Chisato raised a wonderful girl who always did her best. His fear of losing her sometimes made him snap at her if she did something dangerous without knowing, but she was a young child. He wouldn't dare blame her if someone or something hurt a hair on her head.]

[If most of the people here are like him and Nanako, he doesn't find it hard to believe they would band together to care for one another. He's still suspicious, but he's getting an inkling of the debt he's in if someone's been taking care of Nanako in his stead. There was only so much "careful" that could keep a child out of trouble.]

[So his daughter's safe and there's nobody he needs to give a smackdown at the moment. ...but what now? He runs a hand over his mouth and looks around again, looking and feeling completely lost. More voices spill out of that damn magic book he dropped earlier... it's just one of many questions he has, and right now he just needs to start somewhere. He goes back to pick it up.]

This "magic book"... it lets me talk to you? [It's quite a piece of technology... he'd heard about digital paper before, so something like that? It was strange, but he could accept that it worked without knowing the particulars of how, the same way he used his cellphone. Speaking of... he flips his cellphone out as well. No reception, of course. Figures.]

[junescutie]

[she nods again, and kind of goes on her tip toes for a moment too look at what people are saying (since she closed her own journal after finding him)]

Everyone has one, so we can all talk to each other. [she goes back to standing normally and pulls out her own journal, flipping through the pages]

Oh, um, and you can use it to talk to just a few people, if you want. [ffff I DON'T KNOW HOW FILTERS WORK, I always just assume that they write down who it's beig filtered to and like... draw a box around what their saying, haha... BUT HOWEVER IT WORKS, Nanako is showing Dojima]

[Filter: Dad]
Like this!

[runandseek]

["Everyone"... so the other voices he heard must be other people like him who've been brought here against their will. They must be the "friends" Nanako was talking about, then, since a brief skim tells him they seem to know her name. He makes a mental note to try and reply to them all later...]

[But first thing's first. His daughter is safe, sound, and teaching him how to use this damn new piece of technology. And he thought learning how to use the computers at work would be the last of it... he's not an idiot, though, and he follows her lead easily enough, after patting his pockets to find his pen.]

[FILTER: NANAKO]
Hello?

[junescutie]

[she nods and smiles! It's a strange feeling, being able to teach her Dad something, but she likes it. It makes her feel useful in a way that she can't quite describe]

Yeah! And only I can see it.