[ OPEN ] OH. What's Occuring?

[holmes_fanatic]

Who: Your local forensics department, hospital staff, curious bystanders, others.
What: Scenario A: A regular day in the office (during a musical curse) | B: Out on the job.
When: A: Day 84 morning | B: Day 84 afternoon
Where: A: The forensics department office, third floor of the hospital attached to the laboratory. | An alleyway around a manhole in Odin district, close to the wall and the border with Thor.
Rating: PG13 for possible grisly details.

[two scenarios! I will post a scene-setting comment for both of them, please reply below the comment of the scenario you're taking part in, even if you're not replying directly to Conan. Thank you!

By the way, I encourage Forensics people to reply to both parts of the post, thread jack and jump around -- this is to get an idea of how our characters interact in their daily working lives! /o/]

Comments

[holmes_fanatic]

"Ah -- having some extra people we could call up for cases like this would be welcome. However, there's reasons not to call attention to these cases. There was an incident when a Traveller attacked another Traveller and while without any doubt in the wrong, there was a mass panic and she was murdered by a third Traveller in a classic case of Mob Justice." It still felt bitter to Conan even now.

"With no trial, the murdered was able to paint herself as a victim and gain sympathy, even to the extent that people were willing to excuse the original attack. It's a difficult balance to maintain, keeping the city informed and calm. Let's ask the lab to send us some of their staff -- we help them out with paperwork, so I think they'll help us out this time! And I'll get more of the water department to help us below."

[extraordinarymuse]

"Oh, wow." Kate was actually quite surprised by that story, but that was most likely from the fact she had not been around at the time. It made a lot of sense, the community rising up to duel out their own idea of justice. It made her sick, thinking about that. That was why they needed a justice system of some sort - something so that normal Travellers wouldn't have the chance to take it upon themselves.

"Yeah no, that makes sense. I'll just keep an eye out for whoever shows up, and then if I'm not sure I'll direct them to you." That would probably be the safest bet, seeing as she wasn't quite familiar with everyone involved with setting up the new Justice System, or most of the people Conan trusted enough to come on scene. And her first instinct would be to turn everyone she didn't know away, which wouldn't help seeing as they were already low on hands.

The water department would definitely be helpful with the sewer, especially since there was a slight possibility the weapon might also be down there. She hoped not, because then they could expect to get no kind of evidence from it, but there was still a chance. "I'll get back to interviewing, unless there's anything else you want to show me?"

[holmes_fanatic]

Conan nodded, relieved that Beckett wasn't going to press to make their case public knowledge. It went against a detective's grain to cover something up, but they all knew the power of information and just how bad that could be in the wrong hands. "Ah. We'll have to work out a better system later, but for now send them to me."

He shook his head at Beckett's final question. "I think we're good -- thank you, Detective! I have to say having you on the case -- it's a relief."

[extraordinarymuse]

Kate simply hadn't been aware of the public response to a previous murder. She hadn't even known that it had been a problem before now. But now she knew, and could be more careful about it in the future. The last thing she'd want to do would be to insight another reaction.

"That I can do. And don't worry about it, Conan. I'm just glad I can help." She took a step back outside, pausing just before she left. "Be sure and contact me if anything comes up. Any kind of lead would be helpful at this point."

[holmes_fanatic]

"Naturally!" Conan gave Beckett a quick wave before turning back to the grisly task of cataloguing and recording their grisly discovery.