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Walker ([personal profile] thelongcon) wrote in [community profile] bakerstreet2013-09-14 01:52 pm
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If it be your will, if there be a choice...

A Leonard Cohen Lyric Prompt Meme



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PROMPTS:
1. The Law ()
Now my heart's like a blister
From doing what I do
If the moon has a sister
It's got to be you
I'm going to miss you forever
Tho' it's not what I planned
There's a Law, there's an Arm, there's a Hand


2. Going Home ()
I love to speak with Leonard
He’s a sportsman and a shepherd
He’s a lazy bastard
Living in a suit

But he does say what I tell him
Even though it isn’t welcome
He just doesn't have the freedom
To refuse


3. Chelsea Hotel No. 2 ()
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, "Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music."


4. Suzanne ()
Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers


5. Stories of the Street ()
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?


6. Boogie Street ()
So come, my friends, be not afraid.
We are so lightly here.
It is in love that we are made;
In love we disappear.
Tho’ all the maps of blood and flesh
Are posted on the door,
There’s no one who has told us yet
What Boogie Street is for.


7. I'm Your Man ()
If you want a boxer
I will step into the ring for you
And if you want a doctor
I'll examine every inch of you
If you want a driver
Climb inside
Or if you want to take me for a ride
You know you can


8. Avalanche ()
Do not dress in those rags for me,
I know you are not poor;
you don't love me quite so fiercely now
when you know that you are not sure,
it is your turn, beloved,
it is your flesh that I wear.


9. Winter Lady ()
Trav'ling lady, stay awhile
until the night is over.
I'm just a station on your way,
I know I'm not your lover.
Well I lived with a child of snow
when I was a soldier,
and I fought every man for her
until the nights grew colder.


10. FREE CHOICE
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Kaidan Alenko | Mass Effect | OTA

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-15 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Because what this meme needs is even more Canadian. Prose is preferred over actionspam, but I can adapt! I've also run into the problem of I love too much of his stuff, so I narrowed it down to two, and if you want to pick a prompt of your own, go for it. More Cohen is more love.]

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With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds I try to catch your eye.

-Stories of the Street
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
-Dance me to the end of love.


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deceptivelytall: ([Winter] Cut through red tape)

Going with Stories of the Street

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
It's easy to get caught up in the crush of people trying to get home in the evenings. People rush to catch the train, or a taxi off the side of the road, visitors sticking out like sore thumbs when they disrupt things by stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.

Lindsey is rushing back to her apartment, one hand holding a bag of take out and the other clamped around her phone. She doesn't notice her scarf slipping off and falling onto the road.

Her voice rises when she gets to the corner, compensating for the increased sound from the traffic as she waits for the light to change.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-15 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan is one of those visitors. On leave in a foreign city, his fatigues are exchanged for a wool overcoat and a scarf of his own, worn open and loose in deference to the mercurial temperatures of an evening in fall. He's at least one of the visiting sort who know enough, from their own cities or passes through other, stranger, ports, to do their gawking from the side. Tucked into an eddy in the current beside a newspaper box that hasn't seen an issue in years, he's well placed to see the scarf floating away and aborts his consultation of a GPS map to reach out to catch it almost reflexively.

Of course this leaves him in possession of a scarf whose owner is rapidly being carried away by the same river of people he's sheltered from, and he merges with the stream to follow her. "Ma'am?" is hopeful and hoarse, raised somewhat to carry. "Ma'am, you dropped your scarf."

deceptivelytall: ([Confuzzled] Shirt skirt - long jacket)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-15 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
A few people turn to figure out who Kaidan is addressing. Ma'am, that's one that isn't normally heard around here.

Lindsey didn't so much hear him, as see the flash of color prompting her to look down at herself. Yep, she'd dropped the scarf, and someone had managed to pick it up. Lucky break there, it would have been trampled otherwise.

She weaves her way out to the edges of the crowd, hoping the other man would too.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-15 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan may be in civvies, but it would take a lot more than just a change of clothes to shake the combat military bearing out of him. It's not just the ma'am, or good posture and a general air of fitness, it's in the controlled body language of someone who lives in his skin and knows the limits of it, with more of an edge to it than an athlete would account for. The 'ma'am' might come off as a little fastidious, but the rest of him is quietly composed in a way that suggests his wallet is best left attached to him as he cuts through the crowd to meet Lindsey on the edge of it.

Holding out her scarf to her, he offers that "It seemed a little too nice for me to want to see it get trampled."
deceptivelytall: ([Neutral] Touring the facility)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-15 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, I got it through a friend who's a knitter. It would have been terrible to have lost it."

Smiling, she ties the scarf around the strap of her bag, take out bags slid up along her arm leaving her hands free. (Petey can deal with being hung up on, she'll just call him back later.)

She looks up afterward, bouncing a little on the balls of her feet - he is tall! - and holding out her hand.

"I'm Lindsey, by the way."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-17 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
"There's something about a handmade gift, when it seems like almost everything else is automated," Kaidan agrees, albeit with a privately crooked smile that says some internal reflection on that statement is amusing him.

He pauses for a moment as the hand is offered out, but there are no convenient railings or street signs to ground himself on so the handclasp that he does give her is firm and dry and comes paired with the light static shock of the biotic field surrounding him dissipating. It's no stronger than many of the moments of crackle common to dry fall air, and his "You can call me Kaidan," is entirely without hesitation. The smile widens to include her in it. "So... do you usually end up talking to strangers?"
deceptivelytall: ([Pensive] Smooth allocations)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-17 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
She blinks at the shock, opening and closing her hand after, getting out the tingly feelings it left behind.

"Strangers? Everybody's a stranger, really, it's just that you know some of them better than others." She lets out a breath, shoulders dipping in a shrug.

"There are always a few you don't want to know, but they're not the kind to stop and pick up someone's scarf in the middle of a crowd." And she's got a good sense of character judgement, she blames the procedurals she watched growing up, and the cops she interacts with through her job. Just the cops - dead bodies don't really have character.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-19 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
In a city of unknown sentiment towards human biotics, speaking to a woman about whom he knows nothing more than her first name and that she's capable of attracting friends who find her worthy of scarves, Kaidan makes no move to explain the shock, merely offering an "Oh -- sorry, did I zap you there?" by way of sheepish apology, paired with one hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

The mild exercise in philosophy soon restores the good humoured ease to his expression, though, as he points out "Not necessarily. I mean, you could have a con artist using it as an approach to try and swindle you out of something... and, ah, I should probably stop undercutting my common courtesy with ulterior motives, shouldn't I?" he catches on a beat later.
deceptivelytall: ([No way!] Borrows my pen)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-19 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Static shocks aren't usually that strong...hmm," she trials off, with a frown. Whatever, it's not like it's the end of the world so she lets it slide like a duck with water.

"If you're a con artist, you're pretty bad at it." She agrees, nodding. Especially with the way he's holding himself, the formality of it is way too hard to hide. It's funny, and pulls at the skeptic in her.

"But, if it's a free coffee you want, I can provide that." Little kindnesses, they go a long way.

standsentinel: (oh you)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-19 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Kaidan relaxes just slightly as she lets the matter of the shock drop, shoulders less like a nicely sculpted block of teak than before, and his laugh is quiet and genuine at the offer. "Well," he says, "I've learned never to pass up free coffee. And I'm just a visitor around here, so I have no idea where good coffee is. If you could point me to some, I'd be grateful enough to cover some baked goods to go with it."
deceptivelytall: ([Pensive] Smooth allocations)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-19 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
She breathes out, shoulders coming up in an exasperated shrug. "So many people would point you to Starbucks, which sure. It's coffee, but no. Not worth the lineup and the money." There are people who swear by it, but she has better places to be in the morning than waiting fifteen minutes for a simple drip coffee.

So, coffee. (It would be better if she could drop off her food somewhere first, but potstickers are as good hot as they are cold, or reheated.) The location she has in mind is not even a shop, it's a coffee bar at the back of a family run convenience store. It's a little strange, but the shopkeeper knows what he's doing.
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-21 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I want Starbucks, I could get that anywhere," Kaidan agrees. "To my mind, part of the point of being on leave in a new city is getting to experience things you wouldn't."

Eventually, one of the migraines his implant visits upon him will descend and he'll be holed up in the quietest, darkest room he can find. It's a fact of life he's come to accept, but it does mean that a little quiet adventure while he can get it is on the books. He falls into step with Lindsey, letting her lead the way.

The convenience storefront makes his eyes light up, and he shares that "This is starting to remind me of visiting family in Singapore. Some of the street-level shops are just like that."
deceptivelytall: ([Yeah] Shines like justice)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-21 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Are they? I've never been out of the States." She pushes open the door, the white florescent lighting a stark contrast to the fading sun outside. "Traveling's one of those things you say you want to do, but keep putting off for later."

She waves to the man standing behind the till, heading directly towards the back of the store.

Turning back to look over at Kaiden, she continues, "But yeah, this place is family owned - I'm pretty sure it's been here longer than all the other shops around."
standsentinel: (weary)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-23 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's nice, having continuity like that," Kaidan reflects, and for a moment some private ghosts turn his gaze inwards and his eyes dark before he bestirs himself to smile again and edge out a seat at the bar for her before taking one himself.

"So," he changes the topic back to travel. "What keeps getting in the way of travel, for you? Uh, assuming that wasn't an incredibly personal question or something."
deceptivelytall: ([Neutral] Touring the facility)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-24 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"You win some, you lose some." She takes in the fact that it might be a sensitive topic, something better to be revisited rather than pushed at, (maybe not at all,) even if her curiosity has her brain screaming 'why, why, why'. All that traveling must have their own stories.

She grabs two of the cups, setting them in front of them, along with the cardboard sleeves, a hand indicating that they should serve themselves to the selection of drinks from the dispensers.

There's hot water and a few different types of coffee within reach.

"And you know, you just get caught up with work - there's enough excitement there, I guess." She shrugs, filling her own cup with a dark roast. "Of course, I haven't been working there long, and I can always switch to a different department that isn't connected to the police department, but I like it so far."
standsentinel: (dat jacket)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-25 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
"The first few months are always the roughest. Combine learning all the new SOPs with figuring out how to manage your downtime... it's a process."

Kaidan favours a medium roast, light enough to pick up a few notes of flavour that confirm that, yes, this is real coffee, rather than flash-frozen grit that's mixed up with enough flat and filter-purified hot water to get you through to the end of the watch. He heaves a contented sigh, unguarded for a moment as he takes his first sniff of the coffee as it brews.

"...Forensics?" he guesses after a moment's time to process what sort of departments might be connected to but separate from the police.

deceptivelytall: ([Winter] Cut through red tape)

One day, I'll be able to tag when I first get these.

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-25 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
She nods. "Forensics. There were a lot of jokes about me seeing dead people when I told people what I wanted to do."

Her hands are wrapped around her cup, close enough to it that she can feel the steam against her face.

It makes a lot of sense that if you're assigned to work somewhere, it could be difficult to go and get something like... take-out, for example. Who knew what the location or situation would be like, after all.

"And SOPs can be a bitch to follow, especially those about potentially hazardous materials. Three years between reassessments, for the rest of your career." Excluding any extra training that needed to be done with new information or techniques when they're developed.
standsentinel: (alliance posterboy)

Oh man, no rush! I'm squeezing my replies into the cracks between far too much RL stuff.

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-26 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
"When you're handling hazards it makes sense, though," Kaidan offers up a little support for the side of law and order, even if it's tinged with a sort of ephemeral Canadian apology for offering disagreement. "I've had to think really fast on my feet more than a few times when some new ensign or another decides that ordnance safety is something you can just speed-read through."
deceptivelytall: ([Uh huh] Meet accidentally)

Gah, life.

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-27 02:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"The level of danger does play a role, doesn't it?"


"You follow similar rules throughout college, then graduate school. It just is more and more training." It's really always been the recertification process that seemed like a waste of time.

"It does become something of a routine after the first few months." She sips her drink, the more she talks, the more it seems like she's just thinking aloud.


standsentinel: (dat jacket)

[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-27 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hopefully the work's interesting to make up for the training time," Kaidan ventures with a sidelong twitch of his lips. "I mean, otherwise why do it? Uh, aside from realities like bills and the need to eat, of course."

With the coffee on hand, he breaks from the conversation long enough to secure a pair of cinnamon buns for them that are probably originally from tubes, but benefit from what appears to be actual non-industrial frosting.
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[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-28 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's never boring," that's true, her head bobs. "Even the routine cases that just need a confirmation on cause of death."

She thanks him for the bun, ripping it apart into smaller pieces on the wrapper. They were kept warm with heat lamps, and the frosting drips, enough that she tends to dip the bits into them.

"You can end up working on several different projects at once, switch things around when you're waiting on results to get back from another lab."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-29 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"So if you process what gets brought in as evidence, what would your top advice for the people out in the field be?" Kaidan wonders, the question both an encouragement to shop talk and underpinned by honest interest, if the sharply incisive look he's turning on her is any indication.

He explains a beat later that "I, ah, got promoted recently," with a pause and an odd expression as he mulls over just how you explain the idea of a Council Spectre to... anyone not already in the know. "And a certain amount of the job involves getting answers to questions that people don't necessarily want you asking. But I'm a soldier, I'm no scientist. What should i be doing to make sure things stay in useful pieces for you?"
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[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-29 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Processing the scene? Huh." She pauses, using the time pull her thoughts together on the subject. "CSI has a lot of it right - you don't want to touch anything until you take enough pictures of the scene so that the scene can be reconstructed. Wear gloves, at least, to help eliminate contamination. Write down anything that you think is out of place, and even what isn't - the temperature of the room, and time points, for example."

The information will be useful to somebody, and could determine what methods worked best, and how much useful information might be obtained.

She stops to breathe, "Never reuse old evidence bags, make sure that the tools you're using had been properly cleaned before, and label things. The labels are the most important."
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[personal profile] standsentinel 2013-09-29 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
The rate at which Kaidan is neatly and efficiently demolishing his cinnamon bun is something to behold and is normally seen tied to quickly-sprouting teenagers or the half-starved rather than fit and healthy men that are visibly around the middle of their 30s. He listens with an attentive cock of his head all the same.

"Do the labels follow any sort of, uh, naming system? Or is it just about making sure people know what's in there by any means necessary?"
deceptivelytall: ([Neutral] Touring the facility)

[personal profile] deceptivelytall 2013-09-29 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That earns him a sideways glance, it's sort of impressive - if there was a cinnamon bun eating contest. She shakes her head, putting the digression aside.

"It should say what it is, who bagged the sample, when and where at the very least." She finishes the last of her bun, wiping her fingers on the napkins from the dispenser.

"But there could be other criteria, depending on the protocols of that particular department. Some people will break a scene down into grids."