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[grip_on_reality]

[the most noticeable feature of Menzies' appearance today is the bandage wrapped around her head from the injury she recently sustained on a case at home. though she's still dealing with the resulting headaches and a concussion, the fact that she's wearing a suit and her name badge are evidence that she's back at work. and predictably, she isn't letting it slow her down on the Plane either; she's on a mission today]

[at the moment, she is setting a pile of flyers on the information kiosk. after finding out from York about his murder, she's made it her business to tell everyone she can about Christopher. anyone who reads one of the flyers will find that it is a typed public service announcement, warning the Plane residents that the man known as Christopher is an armed and dangerous murderer. it includes a rough sketch of his appearance (that she pulled a few strings to get), which shows his brown hair and red eyes. it also notes that he is roughly in his 40s, gives an estimated height and weight, and states his origin as early 20th century America, Earth. in general, she's included all the information she has about him]

Now we'll see if anybody listens... [she eyes the stack of flyers, thinking if there's anything else she should add. but after a moment, she turns away with a sigh. it seems to be the best she can do, under the circumstances. she mutters softly:] And we'll see if there's any retaliation...

[with that cheerful thought, she heads away across the Plane, walking in the general direction of the kitchen]

[ooc: Menzies has also placed a copy of the flyer in the all the Plane mailboxes (except Christopher's), so feel free to assume your character has seen it!]

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[otherness]

[Roxas is keeping his eyes down, just shuffling along when he sees someone else. He looks up and sees the injured woman, and a frown crosses his face.

He considers minding his own business, but he's stared too long to just go on without saying anything. So.]

Um, you look like you got hurt pretty badly. Are you sure you should be walking around?

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies turns at the new voice--and surprise, surprise, it's another kid. mentally she's rolling her eyes at this phenomenon, but in reality she just scoffs at the question] If I were hurt that badly, I wouldn't be. I'm not exactly going to lie around until it's done healing.

So...are you new 'ere, or 'ave I just not been lucky enough to run into you before? [in contrast to her rather harsh opening words, she gives him a smirk]

[otherness]

[... Roxas doesn't know what he was expecting but it probably wasn't sass. Then again, mostly all the women he's met on the Plane and off have been pretty sarcastic.

Xion isn't terrifying, or is she taller than he is. He misses her quite suddenly.]

Yeah, but head things... Never mind.

[He rubs at the back of his head.]

I'm not new here, I'm just busy a lot. My name's Roxas.

[grip_on_reality]

[firmly] I'm fine.

Nice to meet you, Roxas. [she gives him a nod] DI Patricia Menzies. So, what sort of world are you from that keeps you so busy?

[her question is casual, but there's an ulterior motive. just from Roxas' attire, she's guessing he's probably the person Riku mentioned--the member of the Organization who's come to the Plane and he thinks is probably in on the plot to destroy the world. obviously she can't judge him on such incomplete information, so she's going to do a little digging of her own]

[otherness]

[And Roxas, well, he's totally oblivious to it. Thinking that a conversation can't possibly hurt, he's trying his best to open up a little bit. And he misses his friends.

Man, trying to figure out how people work is hard.]

Um... [Shit, he doesn't want to give away too much.] It's just my job, really. I have a pretty pushy boss.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher looks at the picture on the flyer.]

I don't think it properly captures my nose.

[grip_on_reality]

[...and that is exactly who she didn't want to see. but though she's tensed up at the sound of his voice, her tone is mock-surprised] No? I'll 'ave to talk to Ryan about that. He must be slipping.

[inhumanity]

[It is as if he doesn't notice the tension at all.

But of course, he does.]

You should. Aren't you a police officer? It's terrible if a criminal will get away from someone because of a bad drawing. Of course, I think it would be fun if a more creative artist like a Picasso did police sketches. Then it lets the imagination of the public roam free in thinking about their criminals, and it exposes them to good art, too.

[grip_on_reality]

Yeah? It's an interesting idea, but I'm not sure the comparison would hold up in court.

[she pauses, not quite sure what to say because she still doesn't know what to make of him being here. from what York said, he can become dangerous in an instant, so she hasn't yet ruled out the possibility that he's come to do something about her meddling. still, she isn't going to jump to conclusions either]

So...did you come to autograph copies?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher, of course, is just being his inscrutable self. Chaotic Evil, Menzies.]

You want my autograph? I'm honoured. For a friend, of course!

[darkercalling]

[Riku's just come to the Plane, holding the flyer he received via mail, when he sees Menzies walking by. The bandage catches his eye, of course, and he's not just going to let that go.]

Menzies? [He rolls up the flyer, hurries to her side.] What happened?

[grip_on_reality]

Riku! [her surprise at the sight of him is obvious; it's been so long, after all. but at his question, she gives him a wry smirk] A bloke decided he fancied getting 'imself arrested for battery along with murder. Imagine that.

So what 'ave you been up to? [she eyes him. knowing his world, his absence hasn't meant anything good]

[darkercalling]

You don't say. [He shakes his head. When will people learn...] Well, he got what he deserved. And I'm glad you're okay.

[He crosses his arms, flyer still rolled up in one hand.] More of the same. It's... never-ending. What about you? Any other idiots try anything and fail miserably?

[grip_on_reality]

[she chuckles] Me too.

No more than normal. Just an idiot here who apparently tried something and didn't fail. [her expression is grim at that comment]

Oh, and I met your mystery, ah, universe-buddy. Assuming the blond kid's who you meant, anyway.

[darkercalling]

[Riku can only sigh at that.] Doubt he's the first, doubt he'll be the last. [He glances to the flyer, then back to her.] At least the word is getting out.

[... Blink!] ... Yeah. He's blond. .... You met him?

[He knows it was bound to happen sooner or later, but... somehow, he still wasn't expecting it. And definitely not right now.]

[most_feared]

Sounds like you had some fun.

[Kay has a good way of introducing himself. He's holding the flyer, and while he's taking it very seriously, he also might be making it into a paper airplane as he goes to lean against the kitchen counter.]

What's this all about, anyway? [He has a mild look of concern.]

[grip_on_reality]

Oh, yeah. Lots of fun. [she turns to smirk at him] Hullo, Agent. Haven't seen you in a while. [and it's obvious from her expression that she's pleased to see him now]

[her tone is businesslike as she explains the situation with Christopher, though] Found out this "Christopher" decided to murder another Plane resident. The resident in question says it was unprovoked, and for what it's worth, I believe 'im. So I'm getting the word out.

[most_feared]

I'm pretty busy. As it turns out some guy has been leaving little square-shaped ship prints around my city and the temporal sensitives are going mad that there might be a time machine around.

[He tilts his had at Menzies, in a sort of I'll give you three guesses way. That is, if through some temporal nonsense it hasn't even happened for the Doctor yet.]

"Christopher", huh? Any chance anybody can do somethin' about it?

[grip_on_reality]

Oh, has he? [she snorts, shaking her head in a mixture of amusement and exasperation] Somehow, I'm not surprised. [meaning she knows exactly who you mean, Kay]

Tch. [her expression sours] If you've got an idea, I'm all ears. Think about it--if we trap 'im here, he can just go 'ome and appear somewhere else. Trap 'im at 'ome, and he can still come here. And--not that it'd be an option--but killing 'im? Wouldn't even be permanent. [she sighs. she's spent some time thinking this through, but she has yet to come up with any workable ideas, and it's frustrating] Any other options you know of?

[most_feared]

Get a damn strong pair of handcuffs, we're talkin' the sort they use for deep core life, and put him in those and no matter where he goes, he'll have 'em on.

It'd be enough of an irritation to open up negotiations.

[vengefulagent]

[Oh, you can bet Wash has seen it, though he knew pretty much everything there already. He hadn't passed that information on to Menzies yet; it's a little close to home since York is his friend, and he wants to monitor this guy himself. (And he's sure he's not alone in this sentiment, at least where his fellow Freelancers are concerned.) But admittedly, he's torn between having an operation exposed like that, and feeling glad that other people will know what a danger this man is. (But then again, he's also the one who walks around here on occasion with a couple guns...)]

Detective Menzies, hey! [He jogs towards her, his weapons secured in their normal spots on his armor.] Do you have a minute? ...What happened to you? [He sees the bandage now.]

[grip_on_reality]

Agent Washington. [she gives him a nod] What's going on?

[at his question, though, she rolls her eyes] Just a bloke looking to get charged with assault. [because if Wash hasn't already heard about it from North, she's not planning to volunteer the details unless pressed to]

[vengefulagent]

[Wash hasn't heard it from North. He hasn't run into him on the Plane for a bit.]

You realize things could get much worse than that if the guy who murdered York finds out what you're doing, right? [If he sounds a little annoyed/worried? Yeah, that's because he is.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she eyes him back, unperturbed] And what, if nobody knows he's a threat, they're gonna get better? Because as you so helpfully pointed out, status quo is one dead already.

[vengefulagent]

[And he doesn't back down] Then you spread the word privately. Putting all this up so he can see it could trigger him! And guess what? If it did and people got hurt, it'd be all your fault!