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[kinglestrade]

Right, so am I expected to keep a blog? Is this a Facebook for ex-fictionals? Sort of an existential support group, is it?

Well why not. I was a detective inspector for the Scotland Yard, but recently I've been demoted to a figment of imagination. A modern reincarnation of a bumbling rat faced Victorian detective, to be exact. I never was too keen

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[mindoirsurvivor]

You're hired.

[kinglestrade]

I'm sorry?

[mindoirsurvivor]

Interim Police Chief John Shepard. Right now I'm trying to handle oversight and patrol of the 'fictional' neighborhood on this island with one patrol officer and one detective consultant. I've got thirty beat cops to cover the other fifteen thousand people on the island, but every time I try to stick them on the 'fictional' side of things I get blue flu. If you're all right with nights and weekends I'll start you off with a fifteen percent raise, otherwise you'll get standard rates.

[kinglestrade]

Good god, that sounds all sorts of fun.

Gregory Lestrade, sir. Normally I'd offer at least a resume, but all I've on hand is my warrant card. I'm sure you understand why. Anyway, I'll have your island's nights and weekends if you'll have me. Decades of pretend time police work have rendered downtime a fictional concept years before this awful place, trust me.

[andthorns]

Should I try to guess?

[kinglestrade]

I'll be honest and admit that I'd be flattered if you did.

[andthorns]

Rat-faced Victorian Scotland Yard? Must be Inspector Lestrade.

[kinglestrade]

Alright, a tad less flattered, but nonetheless impressed. That much of a celebrity, am I?

[subspaceflowers]

I think you just blew my mind

[kinglestrade]

They have a pub here for that, you know.

[subspaceflowers]

They've got lotsa stuff here for that.

Just got here, then, did you?

[kinglestrade]

Yep. Still shaking off that "real person" sensation and everything.

[beingthatclever]

[ PRIVATE TEXT. haha, hope you enjoyed your six hour vacation. ]

Don't start keeping a blog.

SH

[kinglestrade]

[ Private text ]

[ and Lestrade shoots a blank text on accident, because he's had a few lagers by now and he REALLY WASN'T EXPECTING THIS ]

[kinglestrade]

[ Private ]

Sherlock?! You too then?

GL

[beingthatclever]

[ sardonic eyebrow-raise @ phone screen ]

Evidently.

SH

[wearthehood]

it is kinda less of a support group and more of a place for everyone to collectively freak out.
but i promise that new moore is not that bad.
welcome to the island!

[kinglestrade]

So Facebook, more like, or that twittery bird thing.

Thanks for the optimism, though. [ After a moment of thought, Lestrade decides that he might as well introduce himself properly to at least one person. ] Name's Gregory Lestrade, and I'll be working with the police force as of Monday. Think it's important to remember that there are some who try to do more than lose their heads, yeah?

[wearthehood]

hi officer lestrade, i am john.
my roommate was the old police chief, but i'm not sure if he is going back to his job or not.

[wearthehood]

so do you fight crime?