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thesphererp2020-11-16 01:11 am
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Un: DetWatts | Memory Share | When Boredom Sets In
Llewellyn was bored...
Yes, he knew he was lucky to have a place here at all. They technically didn’t even have room for another detective at station house 4, especially one who’d been dismissed from his prior station. Even if Station House 1 was the way it was.
But it didn’t mean he liked sitting around at a desk (not even one he could call his own, just one that was randomly free that day) while everyone else had things to do. There were even constables that had more to do than Llewellyn did currently. He almost wished the Inspector would yell at him to get on his feet and go look into some small incident. Anything to have something to do...
He got up a few minutes later, stretching his legs a bit and slouching over to the water cooler to grab a drink. Letting out a small sigh, he took the cup back to his desk.
Or at least he had been doing that until something in Detective Murdoch’s office caught his eye.
Sure, Llewellyn knew the Detective didn’t like when he messed with things. It wasn’t his office (he’d lost his office, though he didn’t miss the other station), and a lot of the man’s personal projects were a bit finicky (sometimes vaguely explosive he’d been told) if you messed with them the wrong way.
... But it was big, and had lots of wires, and appeared to have eye pieces. What was this contraption for? “Mm...” He hesitated, looking at the cup of water, then at the device. Ever since the case with the wine, Murdoch had been warming up to him... Maybe he wouldn’t mind a little peek?
And if he did, the man’s expressions were often quite hilarious. It would be worth a light scolding.
Putting the cup down, Llewellyn moved quietly into the office and picked up the device (oof it was heavy, very unwieldy) to carry back to his desk to fuss about with. At least this would occupy him for a bit!
Twenty minutes passed, and Llewellyn still had no idea what this thing was. It was so peculiar! Slouched over the desk, he tugged at a couple wires and turned it one way or another... When, he was surprised to find the thing’s creator walking in to address him. “Detective Watts, are you occupied?”
“In terms of police work— no.” He responded, looking up as the man brusquely rounded the desk to stop in front of him.
3... 2... 1... “Are those...?”
Oh, his expression was so befuddled today! That was kind of funny, considering how confused Llewellyn felt himself. “I borrowed these from your desk.”
The befuddlement shifted to something a little more... long-suffering. Like an elder sibling who was trying very hard to have patience with their younger brother who wanted to mess with all his stuff... Without asking. “In the future, I would appreciate—”
Oh... Llewellyn’s attention span is cringing at the idea of a long lecture already. He hefted the large item up and looks through the eye holes at the other detective. “You can’t see out of them.” The interruption is both to avoid being scolded further, and genuine curiosity. Detective Murdoch was brilliant, even if he was a little boring. It was interesting to learn about some of these things, and it was so rare that he had the man’s attention to ask about them. He did love to talk at length about science and invention... right? So surely this was a good way to get to know the man a little better?
“They’re meant to see heat. Eventually... More work is required.”
Llewellyn could see it, there was just a slight inclination of the man’s head and a small grin creeping onto his face. Murdoch wanted to talk about this thing. Putting the device down, he looked up at the older detective expectantly with a tilt of his head. Brows furrowed and intent on learning more, even if he knew he’d probably lose track of the conversation or get bored with all the scientific terms after a while. “Perhaps you might explain why heat needs to be seen?”
Murdoch nodded, though stared a little as the device was set down, perhaps not as gently as it should have been. Llewellyn was a tad clumsy at times... “I will, on the way to the storage shed.”
An explanation, and a chance to help? His day was turning around! He got up from his chair, leaning forward curiously. “What’s the task at hand?”
Murdoch’s expression shifted a little, a half wince. “A messy one, I’m afraid.”
Messy or not, it was undoubtedly important. So with a little fumbling as Murdoch moved to get his invention off the desk and Llewellyn moved to grab his hat off the lamp at the same time bumping into the man, they left the station behind...
Voice
Make it so that it isn't able to achieve its primary function.
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[Awkward sounds follow as he tries to think if there is any way to suggest that said item is able to achieve its primary function.]
... Then yes, I suppose the uh— the computing device thing you gave me to type my notes into is currently broken. It still turns on!
[He dropped it, Enis. The screen is damaged.]
But it gives me a rather angry looking display rather than the normal one...?
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And you didn't think to tell me?
What are you doing to it?
[Enis makes a note to swing by and fix it. She might also try to idiot proof it… if she can. It'll lock up a lot of ease but he'd have access to the systems that he used.]
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[He was rambling a little, if only because he can tell Enis is angry and he hates to make his friend angry. His tone deflated a little when she asked what he’d been doing to the device.]
I... dropped it. I was trying to clear a space around the office for a second desk and I bumped the table it was on and it fell over with the machine on it...?
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Detective Llewellyn Michael Watts. [She doesn't actually know his middle name.] You will not drop anything I give you, ever.
Do you understand?
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Enis, that’s not— I don’t have a middle name...?
[Focus, Detective. There was a more important part to what your friend said.]
Er... Yes, right... I mean, I’ll at least try my best not to...?
[Enis, you know him. He’s clumsy. He’s the kind of man who has absolutely leaned on rolling chairs and ended up flat on his face.]
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[Problem solved.
Enis sighs and clams herself down.] Alright alright. Just call me next time something breaks. As soon as it breaks. I don't sleep so it can be any time but I'd rather these things not sit and wait.
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[He mumbled thoughtfully, before he shrugged and focused on the request... yeah, he could do that. He should have done that. Only, just as he’d said, he’d gotten distracted by everything else.
... and been nervous about making his friend angry with him.]
Mm... Next time something happens I will, but! I will try to make sure there isn’t a next time.... I’ll uh— drop the machine off at your shop later this week as well.
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[Her voice lowers to a mumble.]
I better get used to it. [She's going to check in on his equipment at a weekly minimum. Enis no longer trusts Watt's with technology. She doesn't mind really, she likes hanging out at the office, but it is annoying.]
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[Yes, he did set up a desk for her. The second desk, in fact, that he mentioned that he’d been making room for in the first place. Sad that it had ultimately been part of how the device had been broken.]
And I’ll really try to not make it a habit, so you don’t get too ‘used to it.’
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[Her desk stays clean.
...Mostly because she doesn't use it.]
I don't think god could break you of your habits.
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[That might be a joke, or just a statement of fact. Probably the later, honestly.]
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[She really hates surprises.]
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Then I probably wont disappoint you at least.
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[She considers saying something else but Enis is bad at goodbyes and after a brief pause, she hangs up... like a true friend.]