He's been on this ship for five days now, by his reckoning. Enough time to figure out there's no going back through that door on his own. To also figure out that bashing the door, or putting his shoulder to it, or trying to shoot the lock, will not get him anywhere either.
He's had time to find his room. To get settled in. To explore the ship a bit.
But there's one thing that no amount of time will cure: his drive to do things, fix things. He's got a city at a tipping point that he's trying to save, and he's stuck on a cruise ship.
Jim Gordon is not pleased about this.
He's at a loss for anything better to do at the moment, so he decides to take in some air. There's a pool out on the deck and there's a bar near the pool. He gets a beer, the glass bottle already sweating as he drops into a chair.
There's a lady sketching a few chairs away. He hasn't invaded her space or anything like that, but he's too much an officer/gentleman/good cop/good man to just ignore her either. When she looks up he offers a polite smile, and a nod of his head. "Afternoon."
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He's had time to find his room. To get settled in. To explore the ship a bit.
But there's one thing that no amount of time will cure: his drive to do things, fix things. He's got a city at a tipping point that he's trying to save, and he's stuck on a cruise ship.
Jim Gordon is not pleased about this.
He's at a loss for anything better to do at the moment, so he decides to take in some air. There's a pool out on the deck and there's a bar near the pool. He gets a beer, the glass bottle already sweating as he drops into a chair.
There's a lady sketching a few chairs away. He hasn't invaded her space or anything like that, but he's too much an officer/gentleman/good cop/good man to just ignore her either. When she looks up he offers a polite smile, and a nod of his head. "Afternoon."