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[alwaysaudrey]

Network:

It's come to my attention that not everyone is aware of the police station in Itinere. We're just off the main square, a couple of blocks down to the North. It's a big brick building brought over my home in Haven, Maine. I'm Audrey Parker and I'm the head of the station here. We offer all the traditional services of a police station as well as a service to walk you to your car, to your home or to whatever destination you desire if you feel you need more protection then you're capable of on your own. During emergency, such as the creatures that attacked us last month, we will meet you where ever you are and escort you to a safe place. If you feel the safest place in town is the police station, we're happy to provide sanctuary as well.

We're also always hiring. Currently, I'm the only regular police officer at the station. I've got an intern and a friend from home that helps out when necessary. If you've got any questions, you can contact me here through video, voice or text, whatever makes you most comfortable.

Action:

After her announcement to the network, Audrey will hang around the police station for several hours. Eventually, she ventures outside to grab a cup of coffee and something to eat. She's dressed in a pair of bermuda length shorts and a tee shirt, not looking particularly police like, but she's got her gun holstered at her side and her badge clipped to the pocket of her shorts. Catch her anywhere between the cafe and the station. She'll be happy to speak with any of the residents. She's been mourning Nathan's loss and adjusting to life here without him. Because of that, she hasn't gotten to know as many of the residents here as she should have. She knows some of the long time people and she's spoken to many people, but she hasn't gotten to really know much of anyone. In short, Audrey needs friends. Come say hi.

Comments

[carltoaction]

FBI, now detective, she says; since this is more or less an average time and world for him again, a small part of him thinks it's maybe an impressive career list she has going, at the very least useful one. He assumes she knows the ins and outs of weapons mostly. Could probably teach people. That was always important.

"Then you're not just playing around," he says in acknowledgement. Which is good. In his mind people shouldn't be playing at what they aren't. "Is that a town? Never heard of it before," he adds when he thinks he sort of remembers the American map. Haven definitely didn't ring any bells to any state or major cities he knew. Hm.

He shies away from her hand when she offers it up, but bobs his head instead. "Carl, um Grimes. I- I don't really drink coffee." Or anything open and easily altered by people he meets for that matter. Not that he's saying that to her face. Except there is one option she gives him that seems safe, too. "Maybe soda?" Cans weren't open and safe by his logic.

[alwaysaudrey]

She really dead-ended her career by becoming a small town police detective, but she'd known from the first time she'd helped someone afflicted by a Trouble that that's what she had wanted to do, what she'd needed to do. It hadn't been hard to give up on the FBI. She does know the ins and outs of weapons and she's not opposed to teaching people. It's simply not in her usual job description.

"At being the police? No," she assures him with a smile. "It is. It's a very small town on the Maine coast. I'm not surprised you haven't heard of it." The teenager hasn't offered his name or any information about himself so Audrey doesn't push. She wonders briefly if this is Rick's son, only because there aren't many teenagers around the place.

The way he shies away from her hand shake confirms her suspicion that he's not much of a people person for whatever reason. Again she doesn't push it. She is glad that he accepts some sort of refreshment though. "Okay. I'll be right back with it. It's in the break room," she says as she gets up and walks toward a hallway, disappearing into a room just off it. She comes back with two unopened cans of Pepsi which she holds out to him. She sits down her chair, opening her own soda and taking a drink of it.

[carltoaction]

All Carl's ever known is a small town life and then an even smaller group of people barely making up a community. So her story sounds like most stories he knows, only with a lot more choice and certainty in where and what she wanted. It sounds nice from what he knows, for once.

He takes some assurance at her smile. "Just checking." He says. "I just wanted to see what this place was like. Who works here and stuff. Are you all that's it?" His mouth forms an o-shape and his bobs his head in acknowledgement with what she tells him about Maine. Small towns were sometimes they best remaining places on his earth, after all. He'll be keeping it in mind for if he ever learns where Maine is even.

He'd tell her he's sorry or say something, if it weren't for the fact he was still learning to socialize with people properly again. He's always been sort of awkward and shy though, so that works against him too. Audrey seems to pick up on that and let him off the hook. Her going to collect the sodas gives himself a moment to relax again. When she comes back, he reaches out to accept the soda, checking over it being unopened though.

"I guess, I should say thank you." He doesn't know her, but she was kind enough to get him it, after all. It's a strange thing to have to process. Kind people.

[alwaysaudrey]

Haven is a nice place to live once you get used to the Troubles popping up randomly. Sometimes, it's a very tragic place to live.

"I've got an intern and a friend of mine, Duke, helps out when I need him. Most of the time, it's just me," she admits.

She doesn't mind that he's having a hard time socializing. She's simply glad he's here inquiring about the police station. In part, she knows that a police station is useless as it exists in her world, but she hopes the familiarity will make people feel better. She also hopes that she can help out when weird events happen. She notices the way that he checks that the soda is unopened and that's odd, but she lets it go. She doesn't yet know that he's Rick's son. They'd talked a little at the bonfire.

"You're welcome," Audrey assures him. "What other sorts of questions have you got about this place?"

[carltoaction]

Sounds like Haven is pretty close to what his world is like. Troubles pop up in all shapes and sizes all the time. Just maybe less in way Carl could understand. In fact a lot of things here are something he is trying to wrap his head around.

"That's not a lot of people," he thinks openly. "How do you deal when things like those monsters come here?" It feels like a legit question to ask. But then he's seen the community or what could pass as one here and thinks they should be organized better. The people needed some form of way to fight together and it started with the police station. The idea that this place could be like Alexandria when he came to it is stressful to him.

He looks a lot like his mother in most instances besides his attitude and tell-tale wolfish blue eye so it's not her fault she couldn't put it together yet. Finding that his drink is satisfactory and not been tampered with, he pops the pop open and fizzles for a few seconds. He sips off the top, planning to enjoy ever last sip. Not overload his taste buds with the first bit of sugar he's had in days here.

"Uhm, you ever think of making a plan for if the monsters come back? That's the job, right."

[alwaysaudrey]

The Troubles are pretty particular to Haven, but every world does have its own troubles that pop up and throw things out of whack. His world happens to have walkers and the particular brand of troubles that those create. This place is unique, at least Audrey thinks it is. They're all having to wrap their heads around it.

"No," she admits. "It's not. So far, I've offered people escort to safe places and offered the police station as a shelter for anyone that wanted it. You're right; I don't have enough people to really help with what's going on, but we do what we can, and right now that's what I can do." It's a legit question and it doesn't offend her. He wants to know how she's helping. That's okay.

She might not realize who his father is, but she does notice the way that he savors the soda. It's odd for a teenager, she thinks. She files away as information for contemplating later.

She smiles at his question and nods. "That's the job. Of course, I wish we had more warning. Right now, my plan is to try and make the police more of a presence in the town. That's part of what the network transmission was about. I'm hoping that will help people remember that we have a station and I do offer escort service and shelter. Until I have more resources, that's all I know that I can do. If you've got ideas, I welcome them."

[carltoaction]

Oh. Okay. What she tells him about there not being enough people still distresses him, but he mentally backs off at the part where she says it is the best she can do right now. He understands what it's like when they is so few people to count on or just himself to get through things. He won't blame her for that. Just. He has an idea. "You could try asking more people to help or make a plan with them. Isn't there anyway you could gather them to do that?" Clearly there's not as much leadership here and he's not sure that sits well with him.

The way he savors things now is not something that he realizes anymore. He continues by taking another sip of the drink.

If he has more ideas, huh. He definitely does not. But he nods his head to her. "I'll let you know if you do." He may actually may be able to brain storm some with his father later, if the older Grimes doesn't come with them first and share them with her. He smiles just a small bit back. "Yeah." He thinks he is pretty much done checking out the place. He has his answers and sees no sign of his dad, so, "I think I should get home. Thanks for the soda?"

[alwaysaudrey]

She'd like to have a whole fleet of trained officers. Of course, most of the time they'd be bored, but every few months she thinks it would help the people of Itinere out a great deal. However, she is dealing with what she's got: an intern and Duke, who works with her when necessary. She smiles at Carl's suggestion and nods. "I'm working on that. There seems to be a group of super powered people here that also help. A guy named Matt Murdock is heading it up. I'm not sure how many people he's got, but I'm grateful for the help, even if they aren't working directly with the police." No, there's not a lot of leadership, or rather the leadership is spread out: too many cooks and all that.

It says a lot about where he's been and what he's been through.

"Thank you." She means it sincerely. Obviously, Carl has been through something and she's not going to discount his advice or experience. "You're welcome and feel free to stop by any time you like. There's lots of soda here."