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[open] August in Enma
Who ⬤ Jon and whoever wants to deal with this
What ⬤ Enma office problems, around the apartment block, yukata shopping
When ⬤ The end of July and first week of August before tanabata event
Where ⬤ Enma offices, Enma apartment block, others
Content Warnings ⬤ No real life office products were harmed in the making of this log. I'll amend this should anything else come up in threads.
Week One
Week Two
Enma Apartment Block
Yukata Shopping
What ⬤ Enma office problems, around the apartment block, yukata shopping
When ⬤ The end of July and first week of August before tanabata event
Where ⬤ Enma offices, Enma apartment block, others
Content Warnings ⬤ No real life office products were harmed in the making of this log. I'll amend this should anything else come up in threads.
Week One
[After several weeks of arriving here, it's been made clear to him that his superiors have no intention of letting Jonathan transfer out of the law enforcement department. He has no wish to stay surrounded by police, particularly not after some of the rumors he has caught wind of. Deals under tables, handshakes behind closed doors. No, he would much rather be elsewhere. But he isn't.
He's trapped. Again. It isn't until the third week he gets the bright idea. Who else had he known that hated their job, their ineffectual boss, and couldn't leave?
So the third week, Jon walks in, coffee cup in hand, and looks up at the doors. And it's with the clearest of thought process he asks himself: What would Tim do?
Nothing so far as real property damage, and nothing to really be reprimanded for. But enough to be annoying. Enough to make it known he hates it here. Yes. Yes, that is the mindset he enters with each day now.
Throughout the first week, Jon is doing any number of things. From letting his phone ring for minutes on end while he stares intently at a paper on his desk. To slowly tearing another paper into strips, so, so slowly it would almost seem intentional. There are countless times the coffee pot is found empty. Or, if it has been restarted for a fresh pot, it's only decaf.
Jon himself can be found at his desk diligently working it seems. None the wiser about any of these things.]
Week Two
[His transfer request out of this office has still not been acknowledged. Which really only means one thing: escalation. Not by much; he doesn't want to actually cause injury but perhaps larger, more inconvenient annoyances.
He hands in reports with the papers stapled on both top corners. Occasionally setting the copier to 30 pages and forgetting to reset when he's finished, only for the next unsuspecting victim to end up with 30 copies themselves. Files he receives, Jon will send back if he finds the most minute of grammatical or spelling error to be rewritten. While others are out to lunch, they may come back to find things moved just slightly a few inches on their desk. Any desks next to each other may have some trouble, their computer mouse not working only for their desk mate to find their cursor moving erratically without input (it's a simple thing, to track the cords to the opposite user's desk).
What might be the most infuriating part is that Jon... does do his job. While he seems nearly lackadaisical about it, he gets it all done with minimal errors. And well. If he sees someone around having issues with their phone, or figuring out how to use the basic functions of a computer, Jon does stop to assist. He was put in charge of tech support, wasn't he? Who would he be if he simply ignored that. There's an earnestness to it when Jon assists anyone who needs the help.
It doesn't stop him from printing 20 copies of his transfer request form by the last day of the fourth week he's there though.]
Enma Apartment Block
[One of the few nonessential things he's spent his tiny stipend on is decent cookware. So nearly any evening of the week, Jon's windows are open and there is the smell of delicious homecooked food coming from it.
There are some days he's realized he's cooked too much. And it won't keep well. So. Knock knock, on your door, it's the smell of food and a slightly nervous nerd waiting on the other side.]
Um. Yes, I- I live a few doors down and made too much. Was wondering if you could take the rest.
[Otherwise, he might be out by the railing having a smoke. Staring down at it.] Doesn't taste the same.
Yukata Shopping
Christ... Of all the bloody things...
[Jon's starting a little too late in the shopping for a yukata for the event. Enma wants them all to go, and while he still doesn't agree the actual police shouldn't be quite so ready to partake in things that may cause problems later, Jon also doesn't consider himself to be part of the police. It's a weird line to walk, one he can't help but feel is a repeat of a song he'd turned off before already. Consciously knowing he's part of a system he hates and can do nothing about it seems and wanting no part of it, while unconsciously not wanting to cause problems or be reprimanded.
He's out at the last minute trying to find something to wear. Because if he's going to be stuck going to this thing, he's going to at least not stick out. The problem is starting to look so close to the event itself, the only yukata left to fit his wiry frame without being children's sizes are... questionable.
Jon stares at it, somehow simply knowing it's the only choice there is here. Not without going to a multitude of other shops.]
It really would be this one, wouldn't it. I can't see anything else. [He'll turn to the nearest person with it in hand, almost dead inside:] What do you think?
Enma Apartment Block
You see, Lalli doesn't use his front door like a normal person. That door stays locked 95% of the time, only to open when Lalli has guests come over (rarely) or food delivered (more often but still rare). Instead, he uses an alternate method of entering and exiting his apartment. One that is a little more dangerous for the average person, but that Lalli seems to handle with ease.
So one night, while Jon is out smoking, he will hear the sound of a porch door from a couple floors up open and then shut. Then there is the creak of a railing, a shifting of a weight, and a quiet step of feet. The pattern repeats a couple times, up until the source of the sound is finally visible: it's this strange Finnish man, climbing down the balconies to get down from his apartment.
His path is off-set from Jon's balcony by one apartment though, so when Lalli reaches the balcony next to Jon's he pauses while balancing on the railing so he can stare. Normally there aren't people out here when Lalli enters or exits his apartment in this way, so it's kind of the first time he's been caught doing it. And now that he's been seen, he's not sure what to say. So he sits there silently balanced on his feet, crouched on the railing of the balcony next door, staring at Jon.
Who will break and say something first?]
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He looks up, not sure what exactly to expect. (But he remembers the statement Patel gave, the Not!Them scaling the building, climbing in through Graham's window-) His nerves are on fire, ready to bolt. He'd killed the Not!Them already, but if he's here then it stands to reason so could they-
And then it's just. A man. He meets the stare with an owlish blink.]
...Hullo?
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...Hei.
[At least 'hey' is pronounced the same in Finnish and English.
And he just. Sits there for a few moments in silence. Watching Jon closely.]
You're new here.
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I am, yes. I've been here a few weeks now.
I haven't seen you before.
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[And he finds corners of the Enma building to hide in for naps when it's not busy.]
You work during the day?
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[And a quiet exhale of the smoke, thankfully away from the man on the railing.]
Yes, I do. Down at the main offices.
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I scout at night and give notes on problem spots in the morning.
[In fact, some of Lalli's reports may have come across Jon's desk at some point. The high profile ones go right to someone higher up, but most of Lalli's findings are things like 'potential gang activity at this intersection' or 'disturbance at this apartment block'. Stuff that's harder to follow up on because the moment of activity has already passed.]
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[Jon watches him, arms relaxed over the balcony railing like this. If they have come across his desk, Jon hasn't paid too much attention. He's trying too hard to get out of these offices really.]
What sort of problems?
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[Why is he reporting on someone kicking their partner out? Who knows. Lalli was told to observe the city for problems, and that's what he's doing.]
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[He takes another drag on that cigarette, still watching.]
How did you get into that division, if you don't mind my asking?
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[Does Lalli have actual job duties? Probably. Does he usually do them? Well, there's a reason he doesn't have any rank despite being among the first arrivals to Jigoku-cho.]
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[You know... That does give him an idea. Maybe he could simply start doing the work he'd prefer doing until one day they accept it.]
Well. Thank you for the work, all the same. I'll keep it in mind when I look over paperwork the next week or so.
Jonathan Sims.
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[He shifts a bit on his spot, like he's going to start climbing again. But then he pauses to say something else first:]
Smoking smells awful and lingers on clothing.
[And then he's dropping down to the next balcony down, continuing on his path to the ground level via balcony-parkour.]