http://beingironical.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] beingironical.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2007-09-13 09:55 pm

So, Two Mounties and a Cop Walk into a Bar... ((Closed RP))



For the first time in a long while, Ray was in a freaking fantastic mood. Not just a good mood - a great mood. A freaking fantastic, awesomely great mood. A 'not even short people with cattle prods can bring me down' mood. And it pretty much had everything to do with his partner's return from the Bermuda Triangle. He and Fraser were back to being a duet, and now they were gonna fix this marraige debacle once and for all.

Ray was walking practically shoulder-to-shoulder with histhe Mountie, leaning in so as to fill Fraser in on all the important details of the case.

"I'm pretty sure there's a double in the bedroom." Ray hadn't been in the bedroom, for obvious reasons, but the Hat was such a horndog that the beds had to be sizable. "I've been sleeping on the couch, but we can just kick Turnbull out there, and you and Dief and take the bed. I'll get a cot. And I know we've got stuff for sandwiches in the fridge. You hungry? We could probably get you some fries, too."

[identity profile] themountie.livejournal.com 2007-09-21 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Huh." Fraser stared at the now-prone Turnbull for several moments. Somewhat at a loss, he watched mutely as Ray went and poked him. "I... yes." He shook his head. "He's... well." Most of the people who were sent to the Chicago Consulate were sent there for a reason. Fraser had wondered once before (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1394264.html?thread=71485272#t71485272) what Turnbull had done to get sent there, though he'd never actually asked... but honestly, the possibilities seemed endless.

He joined Ray at the body, crouching down to check on Turnbull's vitals. "We'd better get him into the tent. I have some smelling salts, or-- well, something similar, at least-- in my Sam Browne, but I have to fish it out of my bag." It was actually made of cedar sap, secretions from a local variety of nightcrawler and a particularly pungent kind of toadstool, but he thought Ray might really not want to hear about that.

"Come on, Ray, give me a hand." He swung his bag down off his shoulder and set it carefully on Turnbull's stomach; which freed up his arms so that he could slide them under Turnbull's shoulders, lifting the other mountie halfway off the ground. "Would you mind getting his legs?"

[identity profile] ren-turnbull.livejournal.com 2007-09-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
Something, probably the change in position, rouses Turnbull, and he looks around muzzily. "Hmm? What happened?" As memories of Ray's revelation and his reaction come back to him, he blushes at once again making a fool of himself and stands quickly. "I'm sorry, sir, I'm feeling better now."

And now, time to attend to more pressing matters. "When did we get married, Detective Vecchio? How did we get married?" He would question the legality of such a union, but considering the fact that they're in a magic wizard castle, the point is probably moot.

Now that he thinks about it, he'll probably have to memorize a whole new set of laws to keep order in Hogwarts. Drat.

[identity profile] themountie.livejournal.com 2007-09-24 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
Fraser did mind that Ray wasn't going to help him, and he was going to give him some grief about that (because as much as carrying the slim-but-extremely-tall constable around was not particularly his hobby of choice, it was important that they Help their Fellow Man when need be, particularly when that Fellow Man was a Fellow Officer, even when that Fellow Officer was being Extremely Embarrassing), but then Turnbull spared him the trouble by waking up. Fraser let him go instantly, taking a quick step back as Turnbull righted himself. "On your feet, Constable," he said unhelpfully.

At least now he could get back to the case. "Yes, it seems as if there was a group... event of some kind." Ray hadn't exactly filled him in, but he'd sort of guessed as much from the mass of tents surrounding them. "Almost like the Blessing Ceremonies of the Korean Unificiation Church." He looked around at the tents, a sudden worry passing across his face. "Oh, dear. I wonder if the Hat is affiliated with Sun Myung Moon." He might well have to add cult activities to the list, if so. "We'd better hurry," he muttered, making quickly for the tent.

[identity profile] ren-turnbull.livejournal.com 2007-09-24 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Turnbull may have abased himself once more, but it seems some good came of it. There was no longer any trace of 'oh God, what did you do to me?' in Ray's voice, just everyday annoyance. He mentally chalks this up as a moral victory.

Now, before he manages to bungle anything else, he'll just bow out gracefully. Besides, it's not as though he'd be much use to them at this point anyways. "Ah, I see. Well, good luck with the investigation, gentlemen. I believe I'll get right to unpacking my things and settling myself back in." He busies himself with gathering his bags back up in order to avoid seeing their (no doubt) scornful expressions.

[identity profile] themountie.livejournal.com 2007-09-27 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
As much as Fraser supported Turnbull's leaving in a general, moral sort of sense, he was forced at this point to raise an objection. "We have to go to the tent, Ray -- and Constable, I'm fairly certain you'll have to come with us. If Ray's account is anything to go by, the House Elves aren't going to let you leave the perimeter again with your things. In fact, I'm surprised they allowed you to leave in the first place." That may have seemed like a leap in logic, but it hadn't been hard to deduce from Ray's talk of cattle prods. And the Hat would need some way to keep everyone in line, to keep them from simply walking out of the tent village. At least, until they went willingly...

Fraser kept walking, giving Turnbull a gesture that meant 'follow.' "It has been a while since I've had good Chinese food, but Sun Myung Moon is the founder of the Unification Church. In theory, it's a harmless religious movement, but it's considered a cult by many. Those mass weddings you've probably heard about on the news...?" He glanced back at the detective. "I'd hate to think of... of innocent citizens being caught up in that sort of thing."