Kim was pretty hazy about getting into the Dreamscape to begin with, just kind of floating in from his own dream and struggling with this strange new reality, so when his brain found an opportunity to insert him into a reality he would understand, it did so.
A police precinct. Not the RCM, but similar enough, with the familiar scene of a detainee resisting arrest. The deputy speaks to him, calling him sir, and it clicks that these officers are his juniors, looking to him for a solution. Right. Work. That's easy.
"Everyone calm down," he said sternly, his voice cool but firm. His accent was Revacholian in his own waking world, though to someone from another world, it would almost certainly sound French. "There is no need for inappropriate displays of force. Secure the area. I will speak with the suspect."
The officers begrudgingly relinquished their hold of John, guarding the doors instead. They didn't look happy about it, but they weren't about to risk their jobs by ignoring their direct superior. Kim sat across the table from John. His gaze was intense, but not unkind. "Your name, please."
Yeah can I get uhhhh a number 2 please, no pickles
A police precinct. Not the RCM, but similar enough, with the familiar scene of a detainee resisting arrest. The deputy speaks to him, calling him sir, and it clicks that these officers are his juniors, looking to him for a solution. Right. Work. That's easy.
"Everyone calm down," he said sternly, his voice cool but firm. His accent was Revacholian in his own waking world, though to someone from another world, it would almost certainly sound French. "There is no need for inappropriate displays of force. Secure the area. I will speak with the suspect."
The officers begrudgingly relinquished their hold of John, guarding the doors instead. They didn't look happy about it, but they weren't about to risk their jobs by ignoring their direct superior. Kim sat across the table from John. His gaze was intense, but not unkind. "Your name, please."