Application: Dani Reese from "Life"

[notsopowerless]

((Note: Dani is taken from after the events of "Fill it Up". The app is spoiler-free, but spoilers for all episodes of Life might pop up in the comments.))8:35 p.m. on LA’s Sunset Boulevard. For the past eleven hours and thirty-four minutes, Detective Dani Reese had been on the trail of a known felon, wanted in connection with two murders. The

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[wh0_kill3d_m3]

((Yaaaay LIFE! I don't watch regularly, but I watched the first couple and bits of the two-parter with the zen center dude, and I love the partners!))

"Hiya. No prank - at least not in your usual everyday sense," Laura said. "What's this program you're on? Like diet or something?"

[notsopowerless]

((Eee, I *loved* the two-parter. And the pilot. And, you know, all the eps. Which you can watch on- EDIT: Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, while the writer's strike is on I don't want to link to any major network's website XD. *WGA-supportive enables!*))

"Nothing in my life happens in the usual, everyday sense anymore." Dani rubbed her forehead - there was definitely a weirdness-induced headache coming on.

"A diet?" Dani gave a small smile and reached for the bottle of Tylenol in her jacket pocket. "Not exactly. It's one of those twelve step things."

[wh0_kill3d_m3]

"Well, that might be a factor in why you're here. A high tolerance for weird isn't a requirement, but it sure seems to help. Welcome to - no fooling - Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, officer."

She cringed. "Ouch. That's no fun. I went cold-turkey off coke for a few months once, years n' years ago now. Couldn't do the support-group thing though, 'cause it was a big secret I'd been doing the junk in the first place. Does it help, really? I mean, they say it does, but..."

[notsopowerless]

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," Dani repeated, blandly. "...Sure. Why not?" She popped the lid of the bottle and took three Tylenol, dry. She'd never been addicted to pills - it's just that headaches were part of the daily routine. Abstract Zen talk, paperwork, and headaches. "That a charter school?"

Her demeanor softened a at the blonde woman's admission. She remembered the cold-turkey bit all too well. "They tell me it's supposed to. Been clean for twenty four months, so I guess I can't argue."

[totallyluminous]

'LAPD? Is that the Los Angeles Police Department?' Yes, listening to the Pogues' Fairytale of New York makes you clever. The sciency types generally can't take it, though. Mel sighs.

'Sorry, it's not a joke at all.' She runs her finger down the list...okay, her job might be tough, but Mel's involves the saving of immortal souls, so she thinks hers trumps here. 'And you might want to, um, put the gun away.'

Jesus, what if Lola saw? Mel can't be around cars too much after getting killed by one; the same for Brice and alcohol, due to his messy accidental death also involving a knife. Lola--who got in the way of a bullet--might not appreciate the reminder.

[notsopowerless]

"That'd be me. Detective Dani Reese." She took off her sunglasses, giving the brunette a once over. This was the Dani version of a warm greeting!

"That's good to hear, 'cause I'm not exactly laughing." Putting her gun back in its holster, Dani stepped a little closer to the new girl. "No problem. Now, you wanna give me some idea of what's going on?"

[totallyluminous]

'Yeah, I can see that,' the angel replies a little sarcastically, and shrugs. 'Nice to meet you. I'm Mel Beeby. This is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Really. It's where magic exists and hexes on your enemies are a routine part of each day. Watch out for the sociopathic demons, have a nice time, and try not to get Sorted anywhere you wouldn't want to by virtue of pis--annoying the Hat.'

[notsopowerless]

"Hexes, magic, and sociopathic demons," Dani repeated. She paused, rolling her shoulders. "Fantastic. So, this Hat. Is it a baseball cap, or a knitted deal? Some novelty thing with beer steins or antlers?"

It was unclear if she was in denial, or was honestly able to process things that quickly

[bantersucks]

"Hi," Jaime said nervously. "Not a prank, I got dumped here too, and why Farsi?" Hey, English and Spanish (or, if you were Paco, Spanglish) were par for the course back home.

He might have been babbling, but that was mainly due to the fact that his attention was fixed on the gun that was still not holstered.

[notsopowerless]

"My mom's Persian." Dani paused, chewing on her lip. She wasn't the biggest fan of parent-talk. "Picked it up from her."

The guy seemed a little edgy, so Dani holstered her gun and tried her best at a disarming smile. "Relax, I've got a permit. And I'm disinclined to shoot at kids."

[bantersucks]

Okay, that was a little bit better. Jaime relaxed visibly when she holstered the gun. "Thanks. Sorry. Lotta people freak when they get dumped here. Myself included." The smile wasn't that disarming, but he could totally relate to the freaking out. "Looks like you were already hip-deep in the crazy before you wound up here," he added, noting the Hufflepuff answer. "I'm Jaime. Jaime Reyes."

[notsopowerless]

"Neck deep, is more like it. I'm trained not to freak." Not to freak too much, at any rate. She held out a hand. Dani usually counted on Charlie to be the friendly partner. Before he went into a rant about new fangled technology. Still, he wasn't here at the moment, his rants (thankfully) weren't here at the moment, so she had to give it a go solo.

"Detective Reese." Pause. "Dani."

[fathalpert]

The pranking well had been running a little dry lately, but something the detective had said had given Jim an idea. "So can you... give parking tickets, or do you just--" he made a little 'mysterious' gesture in the air, "--take care of them?" He chuckled. "Which sounds a little scary, by the way. Just so you know."

"Oh, and, this isn't a prank." He of all people would know! "This is Hogwarts. And that's a Dictaquill." He nodded to the now-broken pen. "And... a lot of ink."

[notsopowerless]

"Generally I'm not on the lookout for traffic violators, but I do have the authority." She pulled a mostly-blank ticket pad out of her inner coat pocket, and waved it around lightly. "Why do you ask?" Pause. "And it should sound scary. I'm a very intimidating individual, Mister...?"

She might have been smiling. Just a little.

Dani looked at the 'Dicatquill', and then back to the guy. "Would you believe the pen started it?"

[fathalpert]

"Oh, I was just wondering," Jim replied innocently. "Do you think I could get that? Or--" he quickly changed his mind, a better idea coming to him, "could I like... borrow you for a day in exchange for a vote?"

He felt there were some Dunder-Mifflin employees who were long overdue on their parking violations.

"And sorry, I'm Jim Halpert." He extended a hand. "And I'm very intimidated, believe me. I'll try not to act up like the pen did."

[notsopowerless]

"Depends on what exactly you'd be borrowing me for," Dani said, slightly suspicious. He seemed decent enough, but she had no problem breaking out the handcuffs, depending on the next few things that came out of his mouth.

"Nice to meet you, Jim Halpert." She shook his hand, possibly getting it a little inky. "That's a good idea. Learning from the animate object's mistake."

[fabernathy]

"Parking tickets?" Francis, despite being a millionaire himself, had about a thousand unpaid parking tickets, so this applicant officially had his attention. Wow, he really needed to start coming down here more often. The bribes weren't bad at all.

The one important question on his mind: "Do you have jurisdiction outside of Los Angeles?" He'd hate to waste his precious time and energy on someone who couldn't actually do anything for him.

[notsopowerless]

"Parking tickets," Dani affirmed. Hey - she appreciated directness. And if this really was a cracked-out school instead of a regular, old crack-house, it was probably best to go with the set agenda. So Dani felt no guilt offering up the following: "No official authority, but cops know cops. What state?"

[fabernathy]

Francis had only actually caught the last part of the application, and so he hadn't realized that the woman was an actual cop. He'd assumed... parking tickets. Parking tickets weren't that frightening (although he had once nearly had a heart attack from an unfortunately timed traffic problem), but detectives were a problem, and Francis immediately looked defensive.

"I was just wondering," he said breezily, fishing into his pockets for a cigarette. "Not important, really. You're not a traffic cop?"

[notsopowerless]

Hm. Little tense, for a guy who'd just been gearing up to request a few tickets waved. Interesting.

And reaching for a smoke, too.

"No." She flashed a smile that was friendly on the surface, but only used during interrogations. "I'm with the detective's division. Homicide branch."