[Open Broadcast for Investigators]

[reachforthekey]

Who: Any and all investigators.
When: 130 AM, after everyone’s been booked and tossed in the drunk tank.
What: The start of the investigation.

I’ll give it just eight hours, then I’m breaking us out of here.

[If it’s possible for a mental voice to sound as if it’s being pressed through gritted teeth, Eren’s does, a mixture of frustration and determination that comes through loud and clear even disembodied.]

We should do a roll call. Who still remembers who they are? And… is an ace of spades just a guy who’s really good with a shovel?

Anyway, I’ll start. Eren Jaeger, Investigator. Armin Arlert, Infiltrator.

Comments

/le threadjack

[moredakka]

Uh, it's maybe a bit like my world. Except judging by the guns they have it's maybe... ninety years in the past?

[nicerear]

Looks like it's all slugthrowers here. Some people swear by them, but they're not too common anymore where I'm from.

You recognize the models?

[moredakka]

[Oh shit now you got her started.]

Yeah! Smith & Wesson .38/44 Heavy Duty and Colt Official Police. I've never seen ones this new. Ooohh, they're so nice... no wonder the Colt Official was so popular, they used it for a whole sixty years and even in World War II! I want to touch theeeeeeeeeeeem...

[nicerear]

[Gunner senses tingling.]

If we get out of this in one piece, remind me to tell you about what we use back home.

[moredakka]

[KINDRED SOULS??]

Do you use laser guns?

[nicerear]

We call them blasters. They swiped mine when they tossed us in here, but if we get out of here and get our stuff back, remind me later.

[moredakka]

Wuh- wait, the police took it? The police have your laser gun??

[nicerear]

Pretty standard when you get arrested anywhere, isn't it?

[moredakka]

But! But it's a laser gun! And it's like the, the 20s! What if they decide to play around with it and it explodes??

[nicerear]

The 20what?

I'd think any form of law enforcement would have better safety training than to do anything that stupid, but I've been wrong before. I mean. Imperials...

[moredakka]

The 1920s! They don't know what laser guns are, I mean they don't even know what lasers are! They're really really primitive!

[reachforthekey]

What do you know about history? Maybe between you and Lila we can figure this place out...

[moredakka]

I, uhh... I mostly know about the guns, but...

This is America. And it's got to be maybe, 1920-something? Um, I know they had a lot of gangs and organized crime then. So maybe we're supposed to help with that. You know, clean up the streets. [There may be a hint of the Dirty Harry theme playing at the background of her thoughts.]

[reachforthekey]

Compared to most jaunts, that could be pretty easy... and I've heard of America before! This isn't how I pictured it, though... they're the strong ones, always at war... a country full of rich guys, right?

[moredakka]

Well I've actually never been, so... but yeah, their military is super strong! And they are pretty rich. They have really big cars and they eat a lot of hamburgers...

[reachforthekey]

I don't know if any of that helps us, though...

[moredakka]

Sorry, sorry... ughh, I don't know anything about investigating. If we were supposed to fight something that'd be really easy! But crime and stuff, that's really not my thing. I just know that there's a lot of crime? If this is the 20s, then this is when Al Capone and Dick Tracy were around...

[reachforthekey]

Fighting crime... that's something we could do, but there's probably something specific, that would make a big change.

[moredakka]

But we don't know what it is, so... uh, should we just fight crime in the meantime?

[reachforthekey]

We could...

[nicerear]

Wait, what are hamburgers?

[moredakka]

Ehh? It's this food, it's like ground beef with pieces of bread, and you put in mayo and ketchup and barbecue sauce and pickles... you really are from another world.

[nicerear]

So, the obvious and ever-important follow-up question - are they good?

[moredakka]

They're great! But, I don't think they're really good for you...

[nicerear]

Most good things aren't.