Daylight Casefile – Part 0
#1 of Case Files
So, as promised, here is the Daylight-related quest series. As with other 'quests' I'm going to try and make this one first-person and have a more free-form advancement. This post will be a character introduction and allow people to pick a case. After that, people can suggest courses of action in the comments section and we'll use those to move on. I hope people enjoy it!
The chirping tone of my alarm lifts me out of a dreamless sleep. I slap blindly in the direction of the sound until I hit one of the buttons and it ceases, for now. Sitting up I rub a paw across my eyes and give a groan. I roll onto my side for a moment, then sit up on the futon. The polymer slats creak, the sound muted by the layer of form-foam. Already my outline in the material is softening as I stagger to my feet.
My name is Just Council. I am a male canine, 37 by the Consortium calender. I'm a little under average height for my breed, which is hardy, brawling stock from the mountainous uplands of the old country. We were bred for sieges back then; corded with muscles and packed into platemail to tear down stone walls. With my short muzzle, stocky build and quiet nature, people tend to think I am dumb muscle. But you don't get to rise to a detective's post within the mid-town enforcers through brute force alone.
I crick my back and glare at my alarm. My mind is still a little slow from the sleep-meds I took last night. I've been on them for the past few days - ever since I pried what was left of my second out of a shuttle crash. The overseers granted me compassionate leave. I've no idea what has happened to her yet, as her family took her to a private hospital. Nudging the smooth, plastic dome of the alarm with my foot I decide it is too late to try and milk an extra day of leave, and so head to get cleaned up.
The warm water of the shower helps to clear some of the remaining fog of sleep from my mind. My light grey fur, gapped in places with scar tissue, is soon soaking wet. I apply a generous portion of soap, one of my few luxury items, and begin to clean up. I find myself looking forward to returning to the precinct. The enforced leave, even though I have needed it, has left me twitchy and aimless. I'll be glad to get back to work.
Speaking of which, by the time I am done, my console is warming up. Someone in the precinct has remote-started it to send casefiles my way. Wrapping a towel around my hips I wait for the three taskbars to fill up. I flick my kettle on and start piling dehydrated 'caff into a tin mug. I've just about finished when a chime signals for my attention.
Looks like I have three cases to pick from today. Lucky me. I wonder which I should take?