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

[beingironical.livejournal.com]

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."

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[ren-turnbull.livejournal.com]

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.

[beingironical.livejournal.com]

"Sun Mung Moon?" Hmm. "That the place on Jackson with the really good egg rolls? I miss the really good egg rolls too, Fraser, but I don't think the Hat's a fan." Ray scratched the back of his neck, thoughtfully. "Don't even think the thing can eat. If it can, that's not something I want to watch. Ever."

"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."

[themountie.livejournal.com]

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."