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Slept at the office again, though not entirely due to needing to finish up work. I can't avoid him forever, really. I guess it just made up for the stretch of not being cursed, like make up hours. I thought it was supposed to relieve tensi At least it's done and behind me, now. I have more important things to worry about anyway.


Public | Flagged a Police Message;
This is just a reminder to everyone of the reinstated protection service offered by the police department. Officers will be available for safety escorts through the City for all residents requiring assistance in order to attempt to prevent and lower the violent crime rate. Please use this number if you'd like to request an escort at no charge. We strongly advocate that citizens take advantage of the system, especially those that find themselves with little to no defense of their own.


Police Filter | Unhackable;
I'd like to welcome a few new members to the force: Rebecca Locke, Kurogane, Derek Morgan, Lee Adama, and Vicki Nelson. Our Special Assault department is beefed up a little now, and we'll have more hands on the Forensics deck as well. Ms. Nelson will be serving on as a consultant, but she's experienced in paranormal activity as well as basic police work. Please make use of the fresh eyes, everyone, make them feel welcome.

[She pauses, a little longer than she means to. Addressing their collective public failure smarts every time she has to, but it's important that she start doing her actual job and administrating. Which means boring paperwork and rules. At least Beckett likes the rules part.]

Because of the Saxon fiasco, we're going to have some changes in protocol as far as arrests and treatment of suspects go. Everyone is expected to read the document amending current policy, located on the shared drive. If you have problems getting the file, send an email to Tech, they'll make sure you get it. [filesend: MEMO_POLICY_20100425.pdf]


Private to Castle | Unhackable;
I think we need to talk.


Public | No flags
[Kate laughs a little before speaking.] Must be Richard Castle curse day or something.


[ooc; Regarding the escort service, players are encouraged to NPC using the service if you'd like but consider it an opportunity for some easy CR and threading and have your character comment to the linked thread to request an escort. Police: feel free to assume policy regards training and different kinds of weapons, as long as they aren't extremely godmodey plz? Stick to tazers, newer kevlar that blocks whatever, etc. Same with protocol changes, handwave/assume the details so long as they aren't ridiculous. Any questions, please IM/PM me! And as always, anything that will affect other characters/players needs to go through a MOD first, thank you!

eta; agh, also tags later FOOD NOW. :3]
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"I'm not really sure who I can trust with some of this, to be honest. A lot of the officers weren't officers where they come from. In some ways it's a good thing, don't get me wrong." She stops herself, back to rubbing the bridge of her nose again. Kate chuckles wryly. "Shop talk."

She bites at her lip for a moment. "What are-- what are we doing here, Castle?" The pause is brief but she forces herself through it and now she can't meet his eyes.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
Castle considers the question. He knows what she's asking. "Having dinner."

He stops because that's not all their doing and he knows this. "There's something here, Beckett. We both know it. I'm not trying to put a name to it or a time limit or force it to fit in any rules. I'd just like to see where it takes us. Whatever it is."
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
She tosses him a withering look at the first answer, but softens when he continues. Kate's back to biting at her lip again, too.

"Castle, it's not--" she's trying hard not to be harsh and defensive. Everything she wants to say amounts to turning him down, hard. If they were home, she'd have done it already somehow. She knows that much and yet here she's hesitating. "I'm not sure what to say. We're not at home, things here are complicated. I mean-- that curse was just...a curse. Right?"

She's not sure what answer she wants to hear. Yes would make things easier, no would make them complicated. For some reason, Kate was still hoping for no.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"Things are always going to be complicated, Kate. No matter where we are," Castle tells her quietly. He pauses, turning over the possibilities in his head. They're all lying. Except one.

"No. It wasn't just a curse."

Yes might make things easier but who wants to take the easy route? That's no fun.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
Kate is floundering internally now. "With how much I work, it's not really realistic, though. I don't want to do that-- the office comes first."

It's a flimsy excuse, but it's the one she's got for main use in New York. Work comes first, Kate second. The most typical comfort zone created for avoiding a life, and the least original.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
Castle knows what she's doing. He's made a study of Kate for over a year now.

"Alright. If that's what you want."

He pauses because pushing Kate has to be done very carefully but at the same time if left to her own devices she'll never do anything. "I wouldn't ask you to change how you work. That's not what this is about. We'd continue the same way we do now."

From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
The same way, he says. She's not sure it counts now that they've had sex and are talking about it. That made it different, in a way. "We'll just go slow. Keep it simple."

At least she's not bolting out the door.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
Castle counts not bolting out the door as a plus and she's willing to work with him. Sort of. Sure, sex had made it different. It makes him more inclined to push harder. It makes him more certain that this is good for both of them.

"Slow and simple. Dinner's probably about ready. Want to set the table?" Castle asks as he stands up.

From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"Sure. I'm starving." Setting the table doesn't take long, and she's moving their glasses from the living room to it when she finishes. Kate's stomach audibly growls -- and really, he can't blame her for stealing a piece of bread now, can he?

Besides, it's just a show of comfort in a way. "Just don't go doing anything...classic Castle. Especially not at the office."
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"If you fill up on bread you're not getting dessert," Castle warns jokingly as he puts the pasta in a bowl, pours the sauce in on top and mixes it up well. It's part of the recipe. He swears.

"Classic Castle? Whatever do you mean?"

And the pasta is on the table along with a salad he pulls out of the fridge.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"I feel like I haven't eaten in days, I'll be okay." She can't help but chuckle a little at his jibe, and helps keep the pasta in the bowl rather than slopping everywhere.

"No wild displays of...you know. I like low-key."

Kate's grabbed his plate and starts dishing out food onto it before doing the same for herself. She needs to distract herself while having this bizarre conversation.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"I'll have to bring more food up to the station," Castle answers as he grabs her plate from the other side to put salad on it while she's putting pasta on his.

There's a moment when he freezes absolutely, jarred only by her placing his plate back down and the knowledge that she's going to want her plate back.

She's actually talking about dating him in some form, shape or the other.

"Low-key. I may have to look that one up," he jokes.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"I'll spell it out for you if you'd like," she jokes back. This isn't so bad, being openly snarky about it. Though, testing it outside the comfortable walls of home might be a different story.

"Actually, I was thinking about getting some kind of cafeteria set up there. Nothing major, but most of the cops work overtime." Back to distracting conversation, of course.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"Are you kidding? That ruins all the surprise," Castle tells her with a laugh. Openly snarky he can handle. It doesn't feel much different than their usual. And that was the point of having dinner here at his house.

"Cafeteria might good. A little deli or something. At least something that would cater in a couple of times a day." Of course but as long as they volley back and forth, it's good.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"Not like I have an army to feed to begin with." She makes a mental note to look into some kind of catering thing.

"I hate surprises," she grumbles it a little more cranky than she probably should. But then there's pasta and salad and she's plopped down in her seat and devouring food like it's her job.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"Maybe a small army," Castle smiles at her then chuckles. "I like surprises. I'll figure it out on my own."

He digs into his own food with possibly a bit less gusto but chowing down none the less.
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"You're the opposite of most men, you know." She slurps up a few noodles and then wipes at her nose where she's splattered with some sauce. "They want to know everything. That's what I like. I deal with mysteries and uncovering bullshit every day at work."

A sip of wine. "This is fantastic, by the way. I haven't eaten this good in ages." Memories of her mom's home cooked meals and Sunday pot roasts make Kate smile a little while she wipes at the corners of her mouth.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"I'm a writer. I like to figure out how things are going to work out for myself." He's watching her but not in any way that isn't normal for him. He always watches Kate.

"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it. I cook dinner every night. Six o'clock. Alexis wouldn't mind if you stopped by and ate with us." He slurps up some spaghetti then adds "neither would I."
From: [identity profile] cuffyoutwice.livejournal.com
"Yeah, me neither. Tell that to the mountains of complaints I get filed against cops every week," she grumbles it out, trying to keep from being bitter. It was chaos, barely managed.

"Although if I'd known it tasted this good I would've resigned and been home for it every night by now." She's getting to the bottom of her plate, even.
From: [identity profile] cuffmeonce.livejournal.com
"We'll build a fire out of the complaints and make smores. That's what Alexis and I do with my bad reviews."

When she gets close to the bottom of her plate, he adds more pasta. She's not eating enough on a regular basis and he knows that. "I'm a pretty good cook in general. I won't say it's always this good. There was a disaster with Chicken Cordon Bleu but usually, it's good."

He's going a bit slower than her but making a good amount of headway on his own plate.

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