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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
"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."
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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?"
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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.
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Fraser might have given him some grief about that -which Ray would have minded- but then Turnbull went and woke up! Saved. "I'm guessing it was when about a hundred other people got married, Turnbull. Just a hunch. A guess. A feeling." Ray shot A Look at Fraser, as if to say, 'You see what I've had to put up with while you were gone?'
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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.
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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.
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"Yeah, good luck to you too, Turnbull," Ray waved, figuring Turnbull would need luck with...pretty much everything in his life. Ray was thoughtful like that.
"Oh! Turnbull, wait up." Ray picked Fraser's bag up off the ground -not stumbling AT ALL, and anyone who imagined otherwise was smoking something- and held it out to the exiting Mountie. "Carry this back to the tent, would ya? Me and Fraser got stuff to do."
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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."