Danny -- 30
Who: Danny, Javert, and anyone else in the Courthouse
Where: The Courthouse, Governing District, Somni
Style: Either
Status: Closed to Courthouse denizens.
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Danny stifles another yawn, barely seeing the Courthouse doors on his way past. When he'd first come to 'work' in this place, he'd been tense: he was there because of a screwup, as punishment. After being sentenced to community service, the unnamed threat of what another screwup's consequences could be was more than enough to make him pay attention.
The novelty lasted almost a week. Before he knew it, the drudgery of coming in to do petty errands and take on small, generally boring tasks had reached the excitement levels of schoolwork back home, only without the relief of having his fellow friends around. Here he has no classmates. Here there's been no one but old guys with attention spans of steel, whose senses of fun must have been depleted decades since, as far as Danny's concerned. Why else would they spend so much time with this stuff?
Danny pushes a side-door open, stepping blindly into the good Inspector's office. The man is in, today--Danny had seen the light on from outside--so Danny turns to the desk with an uneloquent, mumbled greeting. It's too early for pleasantries, especially to someone who's undoubtedly about to give him just another list of things he has to finish today.