http://survivesplague.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] survivesplague.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-09-06 09:47 am

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

Kyle had lost his key to the FPHQ. In order to find it, he needed to search three levels of the hotel, eventually find it on the roof, use the Force to convince a pigeon to retrieve it from its hiding place, and then race to the HQ before time ran out and he was late to his shift.

He made it, but it was close.

[OOC: Why, yes, it's a cheap joke about how illogically placed keys are in Kyle's video games. And I do, in fact, still think I'm funny.

I'll be spotty until around 3:30 eastern, and then I'll be just plain afk until much later this evening.]

Re: Talk to Kyle

[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com 2009-09-06 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Joan was out for a walk for no other reason than wanting to enjoy the nice weather.

It wasn't the first time she had walked past the Freelance Police HQ, but she finally decided to stop in and satisfy her curiosity.

"What exactly do the freelance police do?"

Re: Talk to Kyle

[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com 2009-09-06 03:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"A giant ball of twine?"

That sounded like the kind of pointless task Kyle God would give her. But then, it would somehow, like, save hundreds of lives.

"How did the case turn out?"

Re: Talk to Kyle

[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com 2009-09-06 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd say that no one dying is definitely a win," Joan agreed. "So you guys are basically, like, a backup police force?"

Re: Talk to Kyle

[identity profile] joan-notjane.livejournal.com 2009-09-06 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Detective mercenaries," Joan repeated. "Okay, well, now I know where to come if I find myself in need of one of those."

Not that she had a clue what a detective mercenary would do.

Re: Sam & Max

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-09-07 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
Coincidentally, Max had ALSO lost his key.

His morning had involved using his razor-sharp teeth to chew through a chain-link fence to retrieve a lawn gnome, taking the lawn gnome to the World Of Lawn Ornaments tourist trap somewhere in the Midwest, getting a free coupon for the World Of Lawn Ornaments arcade, playing skeeball, winning enough tickets for a cheap imitation crystal paperweight, and then trading the paperweight to a psychiatrist he knew back in New York for a hypnosis session. Luckily, the hypnosis revealed that he'd never actually HAD a key and just repeatedly picked the lock. Thus informed, he was now able to open the door to the office. One of these days, he'd have to remind the psychiatrist that hypnosis didn't work on him and he was just faking it. Oh, well.

He stared at Kyle for a minute. "...You work here, right?"
Edited 2009-09-07 00:37 (UTC)