recolle | [open] you'll have to break me open to hear anything

[intro]
Just another day at the office.

Or so Isa wishes.

You know when it's incredibly irritating for the computer systems -- indeed, all technology -- to be acting up? When you depend on it to do your job.

About the third time the entire computer system shuts down that morning, Isa's Done With This Nonsense. He pushes away from his desk and decides to take a walk around the office while he's waiting for everything to reboot. He grabs a pile of files while he's at it. He may as well deliver these while he's at it. At least he'll have managed to do something productive today.

Edited 2017-03-13 05:27 (UTC)

When Isa stops by your desk, or your locker, or stops you in the middle of the hallway, or suddenly hovers behind you while you're making coffee, he has a distinct air of irritation.

"You." He holds up a file. Depending on your dedication to filling out your paperwork, it may be slim, or it may be surprisingly thick. "These reports are unsatisfactory. Redo them and have them on my desk before the end of tomorrow."

Congratulations, you get to deal with Isa when his patience is already chewed down to the quick. He isn't exactly known for having a slow-burning temper when he's like this.

Edited 2017-03-13 05:32 (UTC)

Isa has decided to spend some time helping out in the lobby. With every piece of technology in every block of the city malfunctioning, accident reports and people requesting police help and so on keep coming in. And since he can't manage to reliably sort through digital reports at his desk, he's going to put all his frustrated energy to good use by taking it out on the problems that walk through the front doors.

He's busy putting something away into a filing cabinet at the moment of his approach. He doesn't even glance up at first. "How may I help you?" he asks, voice already clipped, although his tone is otherwise coolly professional.

No one ever accused him of being the picture of perfect customer service.

Edited 2017-03-13 05:30 (UTC)

If there's one thing that Isa can always rely on to improve his mood...

... it would be dogs. Alcohol can only do so much, especially when being around people is what has aggravated him to this point. Going to the bar can help him just enough to get through the next day, but he needs a harder reset than that if he's going to survive the rest of the week.

So, after several stressful days, he decides to volunteer at the shelter, as he usually does when work gets to be too much.

It's a relief to be here, though Isa tries not to show it when he walks through the door, despite the feeling hitting him all at once. He doesn't think he'd even care how many dogs he'll walk at once today, though there are some times where his mood can only handle the one. If Isa's entirely honest with himself, what he really wants is to be locked in a room with no windows and no people, just filled with dogs.

He certainly isn't going to be honest with anyone else, though.

He waits by the front desk, resisting the urge to take out his phone and check it. No. He wants nothing to do with technology at the moment. Just getting here was a hassle, because the bus was fifteen minutes late and packed full.

Isa doesn't even wait for whoever is at the desk to say hello. He doesn't even say hello; all of his polite social scripts were spent up at work. "I'm here to help walk the dogs."

Edited 2017-03-13 06:00 (UTC)

It's a fairly quiet evening in Chata, all things considered. Sure, the power keeps flickering, and there are some street lights that are just out, but otherwise, things seem to be pretty normal.

Except for the man running down the sidewalk with two dogs at the end of leashes, being chased by a camera crew belonging to one of the tabloids. The only ones that seem to be enjoying this are the dogs.

"Mr. Furugawa!" the reporter shouts angrily after him, "Mr. Furugawa, wait!"

"I told you to leave me alone," Isa snarls over his shoulder, and, in an act of desperation, yanks on the dog leashes to turn them down a narrow side street. The alley runs up behind some of the small businesses here, and Isa isn't quite thinking far enough ahead to have a proper escape plan yet.

He also isn't thinking about how likely it is that he's going to run into someone. Literally, run into them. There isn't a lot of space here, and at the speed he's sprinting at, there's not much time for anyone to get out of the way.

Whoever the unfortunate victim happens to be, there's a high chance that Isa's going to bodily bowl into them. There's an equally high chance that the leashes will be jarred out of Isa's hands, and that the dogs will, you know, try to keep running.

Edited 2017-03-13 06:27 (UTC)

There's a note on Gabranth's desk just before his shift ends. It hadn't been there for the rest of the day. The handwriting on it is perfectly neat and slightly curving.

We need to talk.

Boardwalk, 8pm.

- Furugawa

Arlene picked the wrong time to try and dodge her own paparazzi through the back ways. The joyful bark of one of the dogs behind her alerts her just in time to throw herself against the nearest wall, but her bag is knocked out of her hand as Isa barrels past, scattering her shopping across the alley.

"Watch it, you--!"

Seeing the mess before her, she curses under her breath and pushes off the wall to pursue him.

"You're just going to hit me and run?!"

Koutarou is a regular visitor at the police station, not to file any complaints or anything crime related at all, but because he's close friends with one of the people working there. So they're at least already a little familiar.

"I was going to ask if Hitori Togusa is available..." Not that he's changed his mind in asking. "I don't think I have seen you behind the front desk much before, Furugawa-san."

A pained groan is Isa's reply as Officer Izunia comes out of his drunken stupor long enough to answer his probably. "Can it wait?" He asks quietly as he rubs his aching forehead, "Still reaping the consequences of my Friday night well into this week, sir." Fynn does a make a rather pathetic sight today. The young officer's eyes look bloodshot as if he survived a weekend of insomnia and stomach cramps.

While he certainly does look a tad ill, Fynn been doing his job for the most part when he was out on the beat. However, he now looks as if hes three seconds away from fainting at his desk now, this poor idiot needs some aspirins and water. "Where did I even mess up?" He asks tiredly as he reaches for the papers. Usually the Izunia is on top of his game with paperwork unless it's Friday. It's usually on Fridays that Fynn doesn't do his honest best with filing things correctly. That's all because he's too busy trying to rush out the damn door. Friday Nights are clubbing nights! It's a sacred ritual that's kicking Fynn's twenty-four year old ass right about now.

Leave it to Fynn to make the 'being hungover style' actually look good. His messy brown nest of bed hair looks chaotically sexy for someone who doesn't give a damn about their appearance today. It's honestly amazing that Fynn gets away with having his hair this long. Isn't there some sort of protocol to follow? This guy rolls in here with messy choppy brown locks, a five o'clock wannabe shadow, and his shirt half way unbuttoned. Hell, earlier he even had a pair of blue chrome avaitors on. This officer less like a respectable member of law enforcement and more like some movie star. Fynn Izunia, ladies and gents.

After the Retrospec debacle that had happened at the beginning of the month, Gabranth had honestly been expecting that Isa would want to have a more private talk with him sooner or later — and there it is, somewhat later than he might have expected, but it's there all the same. The boardwalk, though...

Well, it's hardly his place to question why. All there is for him to do is make his way to the appointed place at the appointed time, and wait.

If he were still a smoking man, now would be a damn good time for a cigarette. But those days are long behind him, leaving him with nothing to occupy his thoughts, with nothing to do but watch and wait.

The studious young man who comes to the station four or so times a week for his part-time job is likewise irritated by the computer systems malfunctioning. Naoto does a pretty good job at not showing it, though. That would be unprofessional.

She has several folders in her hands of completed paperwork when she bumps into the sergeant. "Oh, Sergeant Furugawa," she says. "I was looking for you. I've finished the paperwork for the Grove Street vandal case. Where should I file this?"

"I was hoping you could buzz me in so I can store Fuyuhiko's bento in the fridge, Officer Furugawa."

Peko, for one, doesn't seem bothered by that clipped tone of voice, merely holding up a wrapped bento box. It's a bit old-fashioned, but then again, she and Fuyuhiko are both somewhat old-fashioned themselves. And it makes it easier to carry along with a more modern-looking covered tray of chocolate chip cookies.

She's a somewhat regular visitor to the police station, usually bringing something that Fuyuhiko might have forgotten while making sure his sister was ready for school -- probably less-so now that she's no longer in high school -- or dropping off sweets of some kind for the officers as a whole. Not for Fuyuhiko. No way.

"I also baked these. There are too many for Natsumi and myself to eat on our own, so I thought to bring some here, as well."

Edited 2017-03-14 23:56 (UTC)

"Ah, are you?"

Yu doesn't ... doesn't really work here. He just comes by to volunteer sometimes, mostly minding the cats and cleaning their cages as well as feeding them. Isa talking to him like that is sort of disconcerting, both for the tired air of authority and for the fact that he's being addressed like an employee when he isn't one, really. Still, he keeps his discomfort under his skin and mostly just kind of .. looks at the other man, expressionless.

"I'm not sure who's here right now... maybe I could help you track someone down?"

Isa, meanwhile, looks exactly like he always does: like he spent a good two hours in front of the mirror this morning, with his attire so well-pressed it's as if he'd ironed it just this morning. His long brown hair has been gathered and tucked up at the base of his head. The only thing that's unusual is that normally, he manages to keep stray hairs under control; but today, by his standards, he looks frazzled.

"No, it can't." His tone is as crisp as his uniform. "There are a variety of errors this time. You failed to notate the dates on most of these. Not to mention the typos. I couldn't even make out what several were meant to be."

Isa drops the folder on Izunia's desk shortly in front of his face. Shortly following is a small -- we're talking 'from a convenience store' pocket-sized, here -- bottle of aspirin and a bottle of water, the latter of which identifiable as coming from one of the building's vending machines. "Pull yourself together."

In the past, Isa had been more forgiving of these types of mistakes. Izunia is usually on top of his paperwork, prompt and precise, and that tends to earn a bit more leniency from him. But it's been an irritating past few days, and with it being farther from Monday, Isa is feeling less than charitable.

Isa recognizes his face, and vaguely that he associates with one of the officers, but not much else.

"I'm currently unaware of Togusa's availability," Isa informs him, and his voice grows more clipped as he continues, "And I cannot check his schedule. The computer systems are malfunctioning." He closes the filing cabinet a little harder than strictly necessary. He believes that should also serve as an explanation as to what he's doing up front.

"If it's an urgent matter, I can send a request back for you."

Ah. Pekoyama.

Isa's eyes first fall to her face, then to the bento box... stopping on the tray of cookies. If he's honest, she has good timing. With how stressful the past few days have been, the arrival of homemade cookies is a welcome surprise.

"Of course." Isa sets the file he'd retrieved on top of the cabinet and turns away without pushing the file tray back into place. He steps over to the button for the door and...

... nothing happens. Of course not. Irritation furrows Isa's brow, but he keeps from scowling. But only just barely. "One moment." He'll have to unlock the doors manually. The question is, where did the keys get left? He already knows they're missing from where they ought to be. When he finds out who had last been manning the front desk...

Naoto's certainly doing a better job at not showing it than Isa. He considers himself above gnashing his teeth, but maybe he'd be better off for it if he didn't. Without much of an outlet for his frustration, it's been radiating from him instead, and escaping in the form of sharper words and reduced patience.

As a result, there's a flash of dark irritation across his face when he's bumped into. But when he notices who it is, he quickly schools his expression into something barely contained and steps back to restore their personal spaces. He shouldn't let himself take any of this out on his intern. He likes Shirogane. "I'll take it. I'm on my way there now. What is left for you to do?"

Edited 2017-03-15 08:17 (UTC)

... hm. This is what he gets for not paying attention. In his haste to rush through one more social interaction and get to the stress relieving part of his day, he neglected to actually make sure he recognized an employee. Instead, he addressed one of the high school students who volunteers here.

He might be embarrassed if he cared more at the moment.

He bites back the extra irritation, the one that's directed more at himself than Yu, and attempts to reign his expression into something neutral. "My apologies. I would appreciate that, yes." His words end up coming out stilted, but he'll take stilted over 'was an asshole to a teenager for his own mistake.' That's something he doesn't want attributed to his reputation.

Is this happening? Seriously? Not only is there an angry reporter and his camera crew chasing him, there is now an angry shopper.

"I have other problems," Isa snaps over his shoulder, and tries to tighten his grip on the dog leashes. "Don't you?"

Why are you chasing him. Go pick up your stuff. Why.

He won't have to wait for long. Just a couple of minutes after Gabranth arrives, there are footsteps behind him. Isa has his hair pulled back into a loose braid, more to keep it from being turned into a wild mess by the sea breeze than anything else. His jacket is buttoned up all the way, with a scarf tucked snugly into the collar.

He comes to a stop just a short distance away. His brow's twitch downward once, but he forces his expression to be neutral. "We should walk." It will be less conspicuous, he thinks. They are less likely to be overheard than if they stay in one place.

Let's be real, his dedication to filling out paperwork is like one of those mythical creatures—basically, it doesn't exist. But it shouldn't be a reason for Isa to bring him one of the slim files. Quite the opposite, even.

Their eyes meet when Juzo is making coffee for himself. Turning his gaze away and pretending to be interested in the coffee machine (which has no more than two buttons, at that) doesn't seem to be effective because just a few moments later, Isa, undeterred, hands him the file he's been talking about.

"Everything's unsatisfactory to you." He mutters, unbothered by the potential consequences. "Besides, writing reports is your hobby, I wouldn't dare to take them away from you."

With a slight tilt of his head, Yu considers the older man for a moment and then gives his head a small shake. He even tries to smile a little.

"It's not a problem. You seem like you're in a hurry. I'll be right back, so give me just a moment."

At the very least, he doesn't seem to really mind (or even much notice) Isa's brusque attitude. He'll vanish from the area, disappearing into the back hallways of the shelter to see if he can locate an employee. There must be someone around, right?

When he returns a few moments later empty-handed, it turns out there is no one around. At the very least, he looks apologetic.

"Sorry, I'm really not sure where everyone is right now. I don't usually help out with the dogs, but I'm sure between the two of us we could get you set up to go."

Indeed it does help in explaining why he's at the front desk. "Oh. I hope the computers start working as they should." He knows very little about computers or computer systems...Are they not sort of the same thing?

He shakes his head. "It's not, so I can find him later. I don't want to interrupt if he's busy." His friends job is important to him.

Naoto holds the folders out for the sergeant to take. "I don't have much," she says. "I was going to go make a copy of the holding cell intake/outtake list for the records." Hardly glamorous detective work.

"Barring that, sir, I was thinking I would try to investigate the technical issues. It's suspicious, surely you agree."

[open] you'll have to break me open to hear anything

open: recollé police department

option A: Engage Naggy Co-Worker Mode

option B: visiting the front desk

open: chata and the recollé animal shelter

the animal shelter

chata

closed: to gabranth, weekend of the 11th and 12th

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