002: [visual] & [location: Luigi's] subtle(?) enquiries

[detectivedrake]

Here is one Alex Drake, holding a clipboard and looking like she just rolled off the set of Dallas (she still hasn't quite gotten used to the fact that she's not trapped in the 80s anymore, and therefore technically doesn't need to dress this way). The interior of an Italian bistro is vaguely visible behind her, to the discerning viewer.

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[Location: Luigis]

[dci_gene_hunt]

Gene has impeccable timing, just as he arrived at Luigis (with the intention of having a glass of the house vino, because he is NOT there to check Alex is alright, or see her at all) - is about the exact same time she began her little speech.

"You're pulling rank from a boozer?" He asked incredulously, helping himself to a bottle of Luigi's house plonk from behind the bar. "Not to mention, technically you don't even have a rank anymore. Last I remember, I suspended you."

[detectivedrake]

Oh good, Gene. Of course she'd be lying to say she wasn't a little bit pleased to see him, but she could conceal it pretty well under a layer of immense sarcasm.

"I can't think of anywhere better to pull rank, actually." Alex looked up at him, with her traditional smug smile. "Help yourself." She added, unnecessarily, as he evidently already was.

"Yes, well. That was before we got sucked into a techie's bizarre acid trip, wasn't it? Somehow I don't think suspensions stick around here, though you're welcome to cling to your irrelevant notions of superiority, if you like. I won't stop you."

[dci_gene_hunt]

"So basically what you're sayin' is, you can have irrelevant notions of superiority here, but I can't." Gene sniffed derisively, he wasn't sure if there was smutty innuendo in her initial statement, but he chose to keep that one to himself. Even if there was, she'd probably deny it.

"'S about par for the course. An' it matches up with you thinking just 'cause this place turned up the day you did, it's yours." He popped the cork on the bottle with particular gusto - just to prove he could help himself as much as he damn well pleased.

"What the bloody 'ell is viagra when it's at 'ome any way?"

[detectivedrake]

"Oh, not at all. But people do tend to trust you more when you're about to ask them a series of questions if they think you're in a position of some kind of authority." Alex answered, matter-of-factly, and as though it were obvious. For the record, any innuendo was purely coincidental, and not actually intended.

"It is mine. Everyone gets something. You brought the car and I brought Luigi's. As the delightful man isn't here, I'd say that means ownership defaults to me, wouldn't you?" She rolled her eyes at his exaggerated gesture, looking distinctly unimpressed.

"Something I'm sure you could probably make ample use of."

[Visual]

[oldoldghost]

Brigitta's basic response to this is a faintly stunned look, followed by a amused quirk of her lips- which is then chased by a rather guarded look (Brigitta's facial expressions: the show of the decade), the guarded look because there are some secrets best left underground... Well, it depends on the type of questions really; thank heavens for tablets and their lack of being able to punch people.

"...Go ahead, don't poke too deep though."

[detectivedrake]

Oh, well if it isn't the fruit and nut bar. Still, Alex has enough sense to know that she was being a bit bitchy when she first arrived, owing to the difficult circumstances of having just been shot, and she's more than happy to observe civility on this occasion.

"Excellent, thank you." She nods, glancing very briefly at her clipboard. "First things first then. Your full name?"

[oldoldghost]

It remains to be seen if Brigitta can actually pull maturity out of the bag this time- the bets possibly point to 'not on your life' but let us ignore that for the moment; she can't be that bad- surely.

...Then again, it is Brigitta.

"Brigitta" she nods slightly; the guarded expression still hovering on her face- she doesn't actually have a last name and although it isn't a touchy subject she's well aware that such things probably aren't normal.

[detectivedrake]

Well, Brigitta is unlikely to get much fodder from Alex- she's determined to handle this all very neatly and scientifically as possible. The lack of a last name and guarded expression are certainly noted, though she doesn't acknowledge this outwardly, merely nodding.

"Right then. And your age?"

[Visual]

[valaunbound]

"Oh I love surveys," Vala piped up, any opportunity to talk about herself was welcome. Whether she kept strictly to the truth was another matter.

"I prefer the emails about pornography though, the genitalia on the viagra ones are always disappointing."

[detectivedrake]

"You're one of a rare breed, then." Alex replied, before covering a laugh with the pretense of scratching her nose, at Vala's second statement. "I'll... make a note of that." She cleared her throat, striving to make her expression a bit more serious.

"Right! So. Your full name, if you wouldn't mind?"

[valaunbound]

"Oh I most certainly am," Vala replied smugly, Alex's stifled laugh not going unnoticed. She couldn't win, lie and she gets called out on it, tell the truth and it's apparently laughable - even when they bring the subject up first.

"Vala Mal Doran," she answered with a measure of pride, choosing to ignore the unwarranted reaction.

[detectivedrake]

Well, the truth isn't always laughable, it was really that particular case and its intrinsic TMI value that did it. Alex smiled at the way Vala announced her name, glancing briefly down at her clipboard as she scribbled it down.

"Vala, that's unusual... where were you born, Vala?"

[visual]

[makeshisownway]

"A Detective? Really?" Peter asked as he looked at the tablet, poking his head around the bookcase in the library of the Sanctuary For All. At least now he understood why so many people came to the library there. It was filled with people.

[detectivedrake]

"Yes, of the London Metropolitan Police, actually." Alex smiled affably in Peter's general direction, through the tablet- which still seemed slightly odd to her. "I have a badge if you'd like to see it-- I do quite like getting it out."

[makeshisownway]

"What kind of mysteries do you plan on solving here? How we got here and how to leave?" He'd like if that could be solved. Not that he figured it would be any day soon.

[detectivedrake]

"Well eventually, yes." She nodded, gesturing at her clipboard illustratively. "For now though, I think it's important to establish why we've been brought here. I'm looking for a pattern- a motive. Why us? Once we've got that, hopefully we can work towards a way out."

[visual]

[damnfinecoffee]

Police rank isn't something Ianto particularly cares about, being part of an organisation that's beyond the police and all. Still, a survey's something he's done himself, if not for a while, so he feels it's only fair to go along with others survey. Who knows? Maybe it'll even prove useful.

"I don't see why not," he tells her, once he's switched on his tablet. "I'd offer to show you my own findings, if I hadn't promised confidentiality myself. Although I expect they're pretty outdated by now, anyway."

[detectivedrake]

Oh hello, pleasant looking Welshman. Alex smiles in a friendly manner, readying her pen for note-taking. Of course she'd only mentioned the rank for a bit of credibility and hopefully trust- sadly she's aware that the status means nothing here in Taxon.

"Excellent, thank you." You can never have enough participants, after all. "So you've done one of these already, then?" She asks, with interest, looking faintly impressed.

[damnfinecoffee]

"Not for a while. About four months back, I think, so it's probably about time someone did another one. From what I can tell, we're all pretty diverse. There's majorities, but no definite patterns that I found."

[detectivedrake]

"You have my sympathies for having been here four months." She offers, genuinely looking fairly sympathetic, though she's quick to jump straight into business. "Right, well, I suppose I'd better get started then." Patterns don't find themselves, after all.

"Can I ask your name, first of all?"