Lunch With the Police (Solo)

Shivering Jemmy sat under a table umbrella, which shaded her and her strawberry ice cream from the bright sunny day. Across from her sat a police officer, Smith, who was wearing a suit of full-body armor. He had taken his helmet off, which made Jemmy happy. It was weird to talk to a mask.

"Shouldn't we be having this conversation somewhere else? Like the police station?"

Smith smiled. "I thought you would feel more comfortable here." Smith himself, however, was trying to ignore the fact that every third person who walked by pointed and said the words "Shivering Jemmy." The girl's infamy had exploded recently, due to a certain television announcement. Of course, the police had been aware of her before then, but they had never been quite sure what to do with the girl.

They still weren't.

Smith leaned in. "So, you're the 'Lord of Chaos?' Is that your superhero name?"

Jemmy shook her head, and spoke with a mouth stuffed full of ice cream. "No. I'm actually an immortal god-like being called a Lord of Chaos. I've been around forever, and it's my job to make sure things don't get boring. I'm done being a superhero, anyway. I retired a few days ago."

Immortal? That was news to Smith. He decided to believe her, simply because she sounded like she really believed it. It's not like that was the strangest thing he'd come across in Jump City. "I see. I'm sorry, I've never heard of them. Then should I talk to you like a child, or like an immortal?"

Jemmy shrugged. "A child, I guess. It makes things easier."

Smith nodded. "I heard that you were threatening to kill somebody."

Jemmy furrowed her brow and tightened the grip on her spoon. "He totally deserved it. He said that I killed somebody, or...hired somebody to kill them at least."

Smith knew that Jemmy was suspected in several deaths in the last year. He hoped that his next question didn't make her angry. "Did you?"

"No." Jemmy pouted. "At least, I don't think so. I erased my memory last month, but it still wasn't a nice thing to say."

Smith thought about what to say next. If he told her to obey the law, she would just say that laws didn't apply to her. True or not, she believed she was a god walking among mere mortals. The police force didn't have the power to deal with her right now. Maybe nobody did. Smith folded his hands and leaned in. "Could you do me a favor? If someone makes you mad, just give them a cold shoulder. When you threaten to kill somebody, it makes everyone scared. Just insult them or something. If they are doing something really bad, then give the police a call. It's our job to take care of those people for you. Okay?"

Jemmy thought about it. It sounded like a fair request. She nodded. "Sure."