' Wrote:...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.
"That's wonderful news Mr. Cavert, I'm glad to be getting another soldier into my ranks." Calverts food and drink arrived, "Here, let me pay for that." Christy shouted, "Come on, is this the best you guys can do! Call up some friends, get em over here we need to get this place back up and running." "I'm working on it Miss!" Scott shouted back then turned back to Constable Calvert. "So -sips tea- I've been looking to train some men, you up for it?"
"Ah, yes, Corsairs," Abigail responded as the pair found a booth in the corner of the room, "Bloody bastards should learn that Southampton makes better ships than their hammered sheet metal."
Lachlan and her sat down, and were promptly greeted by Christie and a platter of Earl Grey.
"Anything else, constables?" Christie asked, with a feign smile.
"I could do well with a scone. You Mr. McArthur?"
[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.
"Crumpets, please," Lachlan said, sipping the Earl Grey. "So, do you think that Dmitri bloke is going to get that ship of his replaced before he really gets in strife?"
"I do hope he does," Abigail said, taking a cup, "I'm sure he will, though. He wasn't too disagreeable."
Christie then came with the scones and crumpets, acting rushed, though the shop was nearly empty.
"Do you need anything else?" She inquired, looking at the other occupied tables?
"Hrm," Abigail looked at Lachlan, "Do we?"
[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.
"Christy's...is this really what has become of you?"
The thought passed through Commander Bruce Scott as he stood outside of the desolate building. Boards covered all the windows and workers were beginning to dismantle the "Y" from the title of, what Bruce thought, was the greatest place ever to be conceived. Bruce sighed, looked at his Christy's tea cup and thought, "To bad you haven't been filled from Christy's tea in a long time..." He looked around at the various construction workers demolishing the building. As Bruce looked he saw a woman sobbing. He walked up and asked, "I say, what's wrong mam?"
"Yes, everything, can't you see? My shop...its gone." Bruce then realized, the woman was Christy!
"Well, don't worry, I'm sure things will be all right Christy. I say, I could fill this nice tea cup here with all those tears, brighten up!" Christy looked up and was surprised to see Scott. She cleared her face of tears and replied, "About time you showed up, afraid you are to late for one of your buying sprees." Christy pointed to the crates of tea, biscuits, and other assorted goodies being carried out of the shop. "Now this just won't do!" Bruce shouted. Bruce ran over to the men carrying the crates and said, "Ello chaps, mind if I buy those crates off of you?"
"Uh...sure, how much you offering?" One of the men replied.
"How does 5,000 credits sound?" Bruce almost offered more just to ensure he could get one more sip of Christy's delicious tea but he held back. "Deal." The construction worker ordered his men to drop the crates as Bruce transferred the money. He ran over to Christy and said, "How much is it going to cost to get your shop back in business?"
"Bruce, come on now..." Bruce cut her off.
"I insist, now how much."
"Right, to cover the whole thing it will be about 500,000 credits. Oh, and make it another 500 for the "Y" that they just stripped off the building..." The "Y" crashed to the ground. Bruce whistled, "I'll ask some friends to contribute, for now here is 90,000 credits."
"Thanks Mr. Scott, that leaves about 400,000 left, and you already got all my food back. Just curious though...how are we going to store all that?" Much of the food that was already accessible was being eaten by Scott. "You greedy pig!" Christy slapped Bruce on the head and said, "Hurry up, go get those friends of yours." Bruce spoke into his Police radio to call for "backup."
A hussar descends from the skies, siren blaring as it landed across the street. The younger constable rushed out his hatch, weapon in hand. Running up towards the broken down building, he took cover near one of the construction machines.
"Clear out! This is no place fer yeh!" Ames shouted at the workers who were still bringing out various items out of the shop. "What the bloody hell are you doing?! This buildin' is under police jurisdiction now! Get off your workin' butts and sod off!" Jensen peaked around the large machine to look at the shop, only to be met by a few blank stares.
What the 'ell is going on here.
It was then that Bruce finally caught up with Jensen in his flurry of duty. "Relax Ames, everything is under control."
Jensen, weapon in grip looked at Bruce with utter confusion. By this time the spooked workers dropped what they were doing to use the opportunity as a break. The man in charge obviously outraged began yelling at the workers while they tried to explain Ames' outbreak. "We can't do nuttin', that crazy cop over there's telling us to bugger off!"
Jensen looked over at the construction worker, before returning his bewildered gaze to Bruce. He started storming over to the workers before Bruce caught him on his shoulder. "Don't do anything rash, now."
Jensen holstered his weapons, and brushed off Bruce's grip. "What do you mean rash!? You're the one who called in for backup. 'Officers, we have terrorists now shacked up at Christy's, there were shots fired, and we have an officer down.' So when I get 'ere, and see this you better well do some damn explaining."
Now Jensen stared at him with anger in his eye, while Bruce had the bewildered stare. "What are you talking about Ames? I said 'Officers, we have terrible news, a shacked up Christy's, remember how the espresso shots would get you fired up? Thinking about it can really get an officer down now."
There was utter silence for five seconds, Christy stood there watching the entire ordeal. Too confused from everything that had happened worried that Jensen was about to fire off a few rounds into what was left of her store.
"Well you could be a little more specific Bruce! Bloody 'ell your always eatin' in your comms and-"
*SLAP*
Bruce was completely shocked- Christy had slapped Jensen square across the face. Grabbing his chin, he looked back at the women. "What was that for!?"
Christy glared at the constable, one hand on her hip, the other shaking a finger pointed straight at Jensen's face. "Didn't your mother ever teach you proper manners? You come here, gallivanting around yelling all about, and then you start disrespecting my poor Bruce? Shame on you."
Grabbing his face, all Jensen could do was point at Bruce with the other hand. Then pointed his finger at Christy... And then at Bruce once more before shrugging, and taking a seat on the nearest object.
It was then that Bruce took the time to explain the situation, munching on his newly commandeered scones. Taking the time to recall all the good memories he had at Christy's. Jensen could see the look in each of their eyes as they remembered the golden moments everyone had shared at the restaurant.
Jensen stood up, and stretched. "Well... Like you said to me before, you aren't a real constable till you've eaten at Christy's. Listen, all I can spare at the moment is 100,000 credits. And this'll leave me with an earful when I get home to the misses. So you both got some explaining to do on my behalf." He transferred the credits to Christy, who was once again tearing up.
"Now.. I've already laid down our jurisdiction here.. Why don't we start getting those civilians 'ere moved out."
Hakatoa Yamota, Fuku-Honbucho in the Black Dragon Society
"... Right, I've got some news ta tell ye boy-eh? Whit the 'eck?! What's 'appened 'ere?" M'guire's jaw opened and closed a few times, confusion stamped on his face.
"What is it now..."
His companion, a small, young and weedy looking fellow that none the less bore a resemblance to M'guire sighed.
Taking a quick look at what was going on, M'guire spotted his prey. A large and loud looking bloke wearing the supervisor jacket.
"Oi! You there! Git yer arse over 'ere! I want a word wi' ye."
Deciding to show his companion how things were done, he decided to pull no punches with this one. That and it was Christy's.
"I'm Duncan M'guire, Warden o' Newgate, an' this is junior constable M'guire. Whit's goin' on 'ere? Why ye takin' down Christy's?! I'll need yer name boy." He yelled at the man, levelling a cold glare.
Visibly shaking, and possibly on the verge of a lawsuit against the problems caused by the BPA on this site managed to whimper "Well... Er... You see... I only do what my boss tells me to do... It's not my fault. And my name? It's on the tag... Sir?"
"Well, I'll need ta see yer papers 'en, an' the demolition documents too."
"See, it's not all paperwork son" M'guire winked to the younger M'guire.
"They'll be no need John. I'll handle this." Came the voice of Christy as she came to the aid of the poor supervisor.
"Ah, Christy, whit's goin' on? Wha' they doin' to yer shop?"
"It's all yer own fault, business wasn't the same after you lot stopped coming. Had to close down... But good old Bruce has started a collection to get Christy's back up and running. Sure you couldn't help out?"
Against that sort of guilt, and that he missed his old favourite pastry shop, there was simply no choice. Standing up straight, and nudging the other M'guire to do the same "If 'at's the case, I'll be sure ta give 'old Bruce' a shout. Sure I've got som' credits that cin go to a giid cause. What about th' stock ye have left over, I'm sure I cin gi' it a giid home...."
Christy counted up the credits. After Warden M'Guire's donation of 70,000 the total was left to 230,000 credits needed to open Christy's. She hoped and prayed more BPA officers would come forward to offer their funds...
Junior Constable Savins quickly veered his ship towards the ground, hoping that he wasn't too late. Jumping out of his Hussar, he hastily took his badge and with a quick swig of his tea, rushed out into the streets. The streets were crowded as always, and the constable had a tough time getting through the constant stream of people rushing in and out of stores, transports and cafes. Rain poored indiscriminately to all under the rumbling clouds. Lightning soon flashed along with the deafeaning thunder which gave Adam all the more reason to reach his destination quicker--Christy's. The officer, after pushing through the crowded streets, finally saw the sign labeled "Christy's" although the letters were in a state of neglect and disrepair. Junior Constable Savins peered inside, seeing several shadows along with glints of metal. He held his breath, hoping they weren't the problem.
"Aw jeez.. what is goin' on here?" he thought, seeing the silouhuettes shift. "Well, here it goes!" and with that, leaped inside to only see some of his fellow constables, superiors and the proprieter herself, Christy.
Savins strode toward the bar, "Excuse me, Miss, Junior Constable Savins here, is there a problem? And where is Commander Bruce?" he asked.
"Right here, Mr.Savins and you came just in time." said the Commander, appearing from one of the back-end booths.
"Ah, sir, there was something the matter here?"
"Erm, well, no actually." the Commander replied, barely stifling a laugh.
Savins sighed, "Well if there is nothing else, Commander, Miss, I think I will..."
"Stay and join us for some pastries and tea? Splendid!" finished the Commander.
Christy's face lit up and rushed with a kettle of tea along with several ornate cups and a small dish of assorted sweets. Suddenly the room became a lot more friendly, contrary to the continued thunder and rain that occured outside.
"Well this isn't so bad, Commander." Savins said as Christy put the tray on his table and with a "thank you" began drinking his tea.
"Don't you wish emergencies were this good eh?" the Commander replied.
"Now, now, its our job isn't it?" a new voice replied.. Commissioner Abigail.
Just now noticing, Savins stopped midway from eating his pastry and hastily greeted her.
"Glad you could join us and Constable Ames here." she said.
"Likewise, ma'am. 'Tis a fine establishment indeed." the youthful constable replied.
Finishing the pastries and beginning to put the china and utensils back on the tray, Christy appeared from behind the counter and cleaned up after the junior constable.
"Thank you for your hospitality. The pastries were wonderful and the tea was excellent." Savins drew up 80,000 credits and transferred the funds over to Christy. "Again, a fine establishment you have here, Miss. I personally would like to keep comming back...
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