Christy's, Christy's... Aww, where was it again? Rothfold Street 42? or was it 24? Drat!
Samuel Vimes strayed around, desperately looking for the tea shop Cooper and Scott were talking about so enthusiastically. Suddenly he sensed a fine scent in the air... Blueberry and bergamot! Vimes smiled and followed the scent full of pleasant anticipation.
A little while after, he stood at the entrance of Christy's. In the moment he entered, he was already overwhelmed by the loud welcoming of what seemed to be the whole New London division of the BPA!
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" shouted Inspector Scott and presented the most deliciously looking cake Vimes had ever seen.
"Wha..! Wow. You shouldn't have... Thank you mates!"
But the Raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before."
<blockquote>Then the bird said, "Nevermore."</blockquote>
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As everyone sat around and enjoyed the cake, Inspector Scott snuck to the kitchen to get the cookies. He stole one of the plate and stuffed it in his mouth as Christy came in. She smacked him across the face and stomped out. Bruce smiled and took the plate out and set it down. "Cookies from Dustin everyone!"
Gregory Vederman walks into Christy's ringing the bell, soaked by the perpetual rain. The party seemed to have picked up from what he was told. Laughter coming from the booth on the right, in which Sergent Cooper, Inspector Scott, Constable Farbridge, and Sir Lauderdale were seated sharing an almost finished platter of cookies. He walked a little deeper inside.
"Why, hello there Constable...."
"Vederman, Gregory Vederman. You can call me Greg, or Vede if you'd like."
"Oh, well, I just put some tea on the kettle, should I pour some for you?"
"Coffee, please."
Christy gave a rather inquiring look at this.
"Oh! I'm a Libertonian, haven't had coffee in ages. Can't seem to pick up the taste for tea."
"Ah, don't see many Libertonians in the BPA. The coffee will take a bit, not many people ask for coffee here. Please, sit wherever you want. Need anything else?"
"No, thank you. If I need anything else I'll surely call."
She left at this with a nod and a twirl of her skirt, prompting a lingering glance from Greg. He sighed lightly, and picked a booth three seats over from the party, not being a usual party goer himself. Putting his feet up on the seat across from him, he decided to pick up the paper and read how many headlines the BPA didn't make for their good work.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
Gregory Vederman walks into Christy's, ringing the bell a second time, and yet soaked by the constant environment of New London. Taking off his hat, Greg noticed how the atmosphere inside was one more of regret than enjoyment this time. Greg took the time to ponder how he never got to converse with Sir Lauderdale before his retirement.
"Odd how time flies so fast. So many things left undone, I'll bet. Although he thoroughly deserves it, he dealt with more than his share of Corsairs, and worse, if there was a thing," Greg thought as he walked in.
"Why hello there Mr. Vede, I'll put a pot on for you. It'll be a little bit, though," Christie said to Greg as she scuttled by with a tray covered in scones.
"Wait, I'm just going t-" Greg started, but she was already out of earshot.
Greg walked towards the table where the card for Sir Lauderdale was situated. Quite a crowd had collected around the card in an imposing shell around the table. Greg took a couple of seconds to brace himself before forcing his way through. Despite his braced ankle, he managed to get relatively near the front. He found himself stuck between what seemed to be either a hefty constable or the janitor, and Sergeant M'Guire.
"Well, maybe I could stay for a little bit longer, or maybe have to," thought Greg as someone stepped on his ankle, prompting a gasp.
Sergeant M'Guire looked at him with a rather surprised face.
"Uh, hey there Duncan, how about those promotions? Fancy it was us, eh?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
"Ah, didnae see you there. Sawbones finally let ye out then, eh?" Duncan replied with a smile.
"Promotion was a nice surprise alright. I suppose I'll need the better salary ta pay for all the replacement ships I've been havin' to get... " his face turning slightly red, "But aye, good ta have the work recognised."
"So, ye here ta sign the card for the old boss?" Duncan inquired.
"Dun matter if ye haven't seen him too much, just being on the force is enough ta sign."
"Sawbones, eh? Never heard anyone call the good doctor that. Never had any problems with him either."
Greg then looked over at the man next to him, who still hasn't taken his foot off his ankle brace. He then turns his attention back to Duncan.
"Replacement ships? Bah, forsaken Corsairs will have to get more than us, I reckon. More of us than there are of them, and we're fighting for queen and country where they're just fighting for greed. Greed only holds 'till things get tough, and you can ask Ageira that."
"Anyway, wish I had more time to talk with the commissioner. He seemed like a rather good man. Least I could do is sign this card."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:49:19 AM] Elgatodiablo: You know its nice that you have all that proof and all, Bacon... but I just don't believe you.
"Ageira? Why ye bringing them up?" he repiled, scratching his head.
"Anyway, sign away. Just hope Cooper can push paper as well as he flys 'is hussar. Still remember the whoopin' he gave me during practice..."
"Once yer done, come on over to the seats, give yerself a rest." Duncan said after a bit of jostling as Greg got closer to signing the card, "got a comfy table, some nice whiskey, and a bit ta catch up on." he added, pushing his way past the crowd, to the safety of the bar.
Chief Constable Bruce Scott walked towards the formerly "Fine" Christy's resturant. The signs were all broken down and no one was inside. He tried to open the big revolving door but it was jammed. He saw a familiar face run up on the other side and get the door unstuck. It was Christy. As she unjammed the door the bell rang, but with a rather sharp clang rather than the nice tinging noise it used to make.
"Quite the place you have here...Honestly it looks a bit run down, what's going on here?" Scott asked.
"Ever since you BPA chaps went just a tad bit inactive our store got almost no business, good work hotshot! Now here, take a scone."
The scone made a thudding sound as it landed in Scott's hands.
"Well, sorry Christy, but don't worry we're coming back from the inactivity, you'll have this place back up in no time." Scott said this as he tried to bit into the stale scone only to give up and throw it in the trash can. He gave Christy 100,000 credits to fix up the place and sat down at a table and ordered some fresh scones and blueberry tea. Suddenly a loud banging came on the revolving door...
...and Constable Calvert burst in flinging open the door narrowly avoiding having it hit him in the back of the head by the whiplash. After stepping out of the door way he flops down next to Chief Constable Bruce Scott " Hmm this place doesn't seem to match all the raving story's you oldies tell about it but I think a lick of paint might brighten it up a little, Christy nice to meet you I'll have a blueberry muffin and some earl grey tea thanks" calvert said. Turning back the Scott he said " Did you know my brother is joining the SRD he ought to make a grand officer". Settling down into his seat on he relaxes for what seems like the first time in years.
Superintendent Benford Calvert (OBE)
Captain James Calvert of the Darrowby
Captain Libertas of the Hearts.Delight
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