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[grip_on_reality]

[when Menzies appears on the Plane, she looks far calmer than the last time. and not only has she regained her composure, but she is no longer wearing gloves. for those who know her, she looks like her normal self again--right down to seeming a bit exasperated. but that's okay because this time, she's at the bar]

[she sighs, musing to herself] You know, somehow I didn't miss the paperwork. [pouring a pint, she takes a seat] Or the DCI. [she smiles wryly] Still, nice to get back to the usual sort of cases. Robbery, a bloke's wife beat up his girlfriend, one of the Trigillans caused another road accident by shorting a car's electrical system...

And yet, somehow, here I am. [she pauses to take a long drink--but then she turns, realising there's someone else at the bar with her. she sets her glass down] And it looks like I'm not alone. Please tell me this isn't a sign that there's something new and exciting happening around here. Because if it is? I'm going back to the paperwork and the Trigillans.

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[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Just catching up on the latest news.

[Conan's taking acknowledgement as permission to lean over for a better look at your paperwork.]

What's a Trigillan?

[grip_on_reality]

Do you do that in the bar often? [because seriously, kid, how old are you?]

[in any case, she's glad for the distraction from actually doing the paperwork] I don't know what they look like really, but their human forms are always short. Apparently, they can control electrical currents with their minds. Only somehow, they claim that cars don't always do what they're supposed to. But I think a few of them just get bad cases of road rage, really.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Don't worry! They got drinks besides that boring adult stuff. [Holding up his orange juice.]

How short? Do they make their bodies or use other peoples? Could the presence of other cars interfere with their control?

[grip_on_reality]

[she smiles, amused] Well, thank god for that.

[but that earns him a snort] You better stop there or you might run out of questions. Let's see... [she thinks for a moment] About 5 feet. And I'd wager they're using a DNA patch, but you know, I've never tried removing it to see. Oh, and their strange car trouble! You know, if it was because of other cars around, I don't know how they'd ever get anything done on their mobiles. Or why it's always one of the same four of 'em causing the road accidents. Funny thing, that.

[holmes-fanatic.livejournal.com]

Mm. If they didn't, it'd be really boring even despite the fact it's where most people come when they're here.

What's a DNA patch? And do they have remedial driving courses for Trigillans?

[lamb_of_gold]

I think it's quite safe to stay awhile for now.

[grip_on_reality]

Yeah? I think that's the first good news I've had all day.

So, I see you're looking more like yourself.

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm inclined to agree.

As nice as a revisit to childhood can be, I'm quite glad to be an adult again, I must say.

[grip_on_reality]

Any more news since people started searching the shop?

You know, I don't blame you there.

[lamb_of_gold]

None that's reached my ears at any rate.

[jokerofthelord.livejournal.com]

Doing the paperwork in the bar! Nice way to spice it up! [Have a stranger at your left, Menzies, nursing a cocktail himself, and winking at you.] So, you catch bad guys, sweetheart?

[grip_on_reality]

[oh, there's a great first impression. her tone is firm when she replies] That's DI Menzies to you. And I do. You might even say I've got a talent! [she watches him, sizing him up]

[jokerofthelord.livejournal.com]

[Grins!] Oh-ho, PG Loki here, very nice to meet ya, Menzies. You could say we're somehow colleagues. [Handshake, women love handshakes.] Talk about hot, I'm already trembling with fear. I can see all your talents already~

[grip_on_reality]

[she very purposefully crosses her arms over her chest. sorry, no handshakes today. and she's not letting him get a rise out of her, either] Colleagues, huh? What's a "PG" exactly?

[jokerofthelord.livejournal.com]

[Space women are sooo cold, but Gabriel continues his 'charming' smile.]

It could mean a lot of things, but in my case, it stands for 'pagan god'. [Let some neon lined letters appear behind him, flashing brightly, saying "PAGAN GOD", with a red arrow pointing at him.] Can we get to the point where you are telling me about your bad guys, Menzy?

[uccellodifuoco.livejournal.com]

Unless "new and exciting" means people still coming and going from this place... No.

[Or technically going and returning, if Ikki has managed to return he's not aware of it himself as it has been for quite a short time. Too short to be noted and it's irking his nerves.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she looks at him curiously] Well, that's one bit of good news. I was thinking more along the lines of more candy that turns people into their worst fears or mysterious disappearances and murders, so coming and going 'll do just fine.

I'm DI Patricia Menzies. You?

[uccellodifuoco.livejournal.com]

I heard about those, but so far that's all. Seems that chaos has ended, until the next one starts.

[Optimistic, isn't he?]

Phoenix Ikki. I take you've been here for a while now?

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies makes a face, agreeing wholeheartedly with his wonderful statement of optimism] Sounds about right.

[she raises an eyebrow] Phoenix? Yeah, you could say that. Not as long as most--maybe four months. So you're new, then?

[uccellodifuoco.livejournal.com]

You can just call me Ikki if you prefer.

[He would just introduce himself as Ikki if he didn't put the Saint persona before the man, but that doesn't really matter. Neither it matters to him how others call him.]

Pretty new, I hasn't been even a month if I counted it right.

[It's difficult to count time here, after all.]

[bit_impossible]

[raises an eyebrow at her] Really, you want excitement from the Trigillans? And here I thought you had better taste than that, Patricia. [gets up to grab himself a refill of his lime soda]

[grip_on_reality]

Excitement? [she snorts] Not in a million years, Doctor. These days, minor alien crises are how I avoid all the excitement of invasions and near-death experiences that somehow, miraculously, happen every time I get near you.

[bit_impossible]

[dramatically looks around him] And would this be one of those times? Nope! Would you like a refill?

[grip_on_reality]

[she smirks] Not yet. But sure, why not. I suppose even you 've gotta sit down every now and then.

[bit_impossible]

It's called taking a moment to breathe and clear one's head. A lot of things going on lately... [takes her glass, sniffs its contents, and fills it up with what she was having before. (yes, he could have just asked, but this way was quicker.) he holds it out to her before filling his own.] Have you noticed anything odd going on in your reality, Patricia? Or--well, one thing at a time. [he wants to mention the woman he's seen on the rare occasions where he's taken a bit of rest.]