Introduction to Law Enforcement, Monday

[my_own_advocate]

"Good morning, students-- including ones I don't recognize..."

Anyone who'd been hoping to see their teacher with curves would have to go home disappointed. Lucifer was an angel; he looked however he felt at any point in time, and right now, he felt like a mopey, still-depressed Lucifer.

"Before we head on to interrogate some suspects and witnesses from the rickshaw case, I'd like you all to get some practice on interrogation technique," he said. He clapped his hands. "Half of you are criminals. You may take your crimes from the crime jar."

He gestured, helpfully, to the crime jar.

"The other half of you must interrogate the other person and attempt to determine what crime has been committed based only on the evidence mentioned on the back of the crime note."

He clapped his hands. "Go on. Torture each other into giving up the goods."

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Re: Crime Jar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

Prompto already knew he was pretty crap at things like this, but, hey! Maybe him being all cute and a girl could actually work to his advantage?

Probably not, but he supposed he wouldn't know until he tried, and so he waited until he spotted a criminal picking out a crime.

"So," he said, drifting over to Illyana and actually managing to seem somewhat confident about it, if only because if he flubbed this up pretty bad, maybe the newer girl wouldn't realize it had been him totally embarrassing himself? "Do we want to do this the easy way..." Dot dot dot... "...or the hard way?"

Oh, yeah, Prompto. Real intimidating with that little eye squint there. Illyana was probably just quaking with fear.

Re: Crime Jar!

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Which way is the hard way?" Illyana asked dryly. "Do I get a cookie if I go for the challenge?"

Illyana, no, behave.

Re: Crime Jar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Mmmmmmm, no," said Prompto after looking like he as considering it, "but you'll get one if you cooperate. I want answers!"

That last bit he tried to say with a little oomph to it, and followed it up with a whisper, leaning forward, "Also, I think there's some legit evidence you're supposed to give me so I know a little bit of what's up."

Re: Crime Jar!

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"Am I?" Illyana twirled a strand of hair around her fingers, doing her best impression of 'Mara lying to a boy. "Huh. Interesting."

Sorry, Prompto, you picked the girl with a serious chip on her shoulder in regards to authority figures.

Re: Crime Jar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

Which was funny, because he was pretty much the least authoritative figure pretty much ever.

"Yeah," Prompto said, nodding a little. "It should be on the back of your note. Soooooo? What's it say? Hit me with that sweet evidence."

Re: Crime Jar!

[gospel_of_oblivion]

Illyana looked down at her note. "Huh, go figure," she mused. "Apparently someone found a mural saying unpleasant things about police officers, and a can of purple paint."

Re: Crime Jar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

"I see, I see," said Prompto, nodding a little, stroking his (so soft, so smooth!) chin thoughtfully with narrowed eyes. "And what, perchance, were those unpleasant things exactly, I wonder....?"

Re: Crime Jar!

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"The note with your clue doesn't say," she pointed out cheerfully. "Shouldn't you know, if you're questioning people about it?"

Re: Crime Jar!

[hashtag_chocobro]

"Oh I know," Prompto assured her. "I was just determining whether or not you did. Do you, or do you not, know what the mural said?"

Re: Crime Jar!

[gospel_of_oblivion]

"I do not know exactly what the mural says, no," Illyana replied primly, staring Prompto down. It was even the truth: her note did not say specifically what the mural said, and Illyana could think of a number of unflattering things she could have written. How could she pick just one?

Which meant it was time for one of her favorite things she'd learned while residing in New York: "Am I free to leave, or am I being detained?"