Lieutenant Jean Vicquemare.

Precinct 41 has so graciously decided that I shall be the one to make an account on this wretched app in case we have matters concerning a case regarding it..

I suppose that also means I’ll be here to answer questions and such regarding the Jamrock district and Precinct 41 itself.

I’m not quite sure how this app works yet but I’m sure it’ll work itself out.

Uhmm I’ll have new answers and posts starting tmrw!

If someone suspects that their friend has spare keys to their apartment, but happens to be on... currently weird terms with said friend? Um. To the point of kiiiind of avoiding each other a little bit (at least I — well, *they* think that's what's happening?), as said someone isn't really sure how to make things okay again... and has kind of been procrastinating getting into their own apartment because of it...

How would you, like, uh, suggest they bring it up to said friend without coming off as a total prick? This someone has already lost a couple of uhhh valuables, so the key thing feels extra embarrassing. And they kind of planned to have fixed things relationship-wise by now but... Yeah.

Any suggestions?

/Spare keys anon

Alright. I get it now.

If you want to avoid the conversation altogether, ask your building manager if they have a spare, or hire a locksmith and replace the lock.

If that's not what you want, then stop looking for the perfect way to bring it up. There isn't one.

Tell them you haven’t been able to reach out to make amends until now. Explain what happened. Apologize if you owe them one. Then ask about the key.

If they're your friend, they'll probably appreciate that you spoke to them honestly more than the conversation itself.

. . .

I’m a sleep alone on my shit mattress type of person.

Trant Heidelstam.

Heidelstam is one of the people in the precinct that makes me feel normal, that’s not necessarily a compliment on either one of us. He’s fine. He talks too much sometimes, knows too much maybe, but he’s fine.

Annoying to a fault, but who isn’t. He gets away with too much by knowing the things he does. He doesn’t yell to get what he wants, he simply talks.

He’s the type of person who’ll listen to Harry’s insane theories for hours on fucking end and somehow enjoy it. Harry will spend twenty minutes constructing an argument and Heidelstam will respond with a single sentence that completely derails it.

I appreciate how he views people. His observation isn’t judgmental, it’s a search for knowledge. He just wants to understand. He knows things about me I don't remember telling him, because he’s always fucking watching.

—

We all do. Not all of us end up coping with alcohol.

Hating yourself isn't unique. Regret isn't unique. Neither is making mistakes you have to live with. What he’s doing to himself isn’t excusable.

I do what I can for him. Maybe I have to remind myself not everyone can be helped. At some point, what he does with that is his decision. .

just theoretically.

I have no idea what this means or what you are trying to get at.

Are you asking if I know where your spare keys are?

I only have one set of spare keys and they’re-

. . .

Not much.

Honestly, if anything, the only thing that keeps me getting up is routine. It’s what I’ve been doing for years, it’s unconscious practice. We have to get up. We have to keep moving, because the world keeps spinning and it won’t stop for you to be sad.

I’ll respond soon enough.

Three months.

Good.

Keep going.

I know that probably sounds dismissive, but it isn't meant to. Three months is difficult. Most people don't understand how difficult until they're the ones counting days. Everyday that you decide to continue is a step forward. So, congratulations. You should be proud of yourself.

Don’t start this topic again. He was on this for three months.

He went on and on about how “Contact Mike” was one of the best boxers of all time.

Every lunch break. Every cigarette break. Every car ride.

"Jean, did you know Contact Mike once..."

No. No Harry, I didn’t. I don’t want to know either.

Nobody else did either.

I feel like I’d like this conversation to be over.

It depends what you think ‘steal’ means.

If you mean confiscate drugs from a child, yes I would, it’s quite literally one of the definitions of my job.

Also, what do you mean "allegedly"? Drugs are bad. This isn't some great moral mystery. They're especially bad when they're in the possession of a child.

What is that? Why gravel? And why do you think adding a heart to the end of the sentence makes it okay?

October 24th.

Scorpio. If you care about that.