fandomtownies | The Mayor is In

At some point, probably before he went to hide with good ole Sherlock Holmes, Wilson trotted up the stairs of the town hall. It was a completely off the cuff thing to do and he had no idea if the Mayor was in, or even seeing people but...nothing beat a try but a failure.

Walking up to the woman he imagined to be Red's admin, the young doctor smiled warmly.

"Excuse me? Do you know if the mayor might have a minute free in his schedule?"

Red heard a familiar voice and leapt over his desk before Gladys turned him around.

"I'm sorry, the mayor is terrib-..."

"That's all right, Gladys, I can see Doctor Wilson," Red said with a smile to Wilson. "Come right in, doctor. I'm so glad you stopped by."

Wilson had been more than ready to make a proper appointment and take himself off if need be but he did look up with a bright smile when Red appeared.

"Hello, Mayor." He used Red's title since this was the Mayor's place of business after all.

With another quick almost apologetic smile to Gladys, fearing he'd probably just bolloxed up some sort of schedule, Wilson walked around the desk towards Red's office.

"I'm sorry I didn't call, I sort of...came down into town on a bit of a whim and realized we never did get a chance to go eat pie."

“It’s quite all right.” Red hopped up into his chair behind the desk and nodded for Wilson to take a seat. “Things have been a bit hectic but I’m glad you stopped by. I have here,” his nose pushed around the papers on his desk, “the start up budget for a small clinic in town, if that’s something you’re still interested in working on.”

Finding the sheet, he picked it up gently with his teeth and held it out for Wilson to take.

Wilson didn't even bat an eyelash -a fact that might cause him to pause a step down the road- when he reached forward to take the paper out of Red's mouth.

"I am certainly still interested, Mayor." Wilson said with a quick smile as he sat back to review the proposal with a thoughtful air, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck.

He'd spent enough time on the board at PP-TH to be fairly good at reading through a budget, spotting the potential pitfalls and juggling the financial resources to the most effective areas and he was nodding at what he read.

"Will you be able to set up emergency ambulance services with one of the mainland hospitals? I'd suggest MCV, if you haven't already approached another hospital."

"I just got those bids in." Distracted, Red shuffled through his papers, then his folders. Picking up his mouthstick he punched on the phone. "Gwadyth, do you hafth theh ampulanth thewvath bidth?"

"I do, let me bring those in," she said smartly.

He punched the phone off and put his mouthstick down. "I had sent out a call for bids shortly after we talked," and he looked up when Gladys came in with a folder. Red nodded to the doctor and she held the folder out for Wilson.

Wilson took the folder with a soft, "Thank you." To Gladys. Had to be impressed that the woman could translate Red with a pen in his mouth.

Flipping through the different bids, the oncologist chewed on his lower lip as he quietly compared the budget to the bids and back again.

Leaning forward, he looked to Red for permission before plucking a pen off the desk, he did at least try to make his handwriting legible as he made marks on both before sliding them across the desk for Red to review.

Wilson had made just a couple of changes, effectively redirecting the monies set aside for his salary towards balancing out the cost of going with a ambulance service that reported to MCV as well as putting more support towards the possibility of an assistant for the in town clinic.

Sitting forward, Wilson rested his hands between his knees and regarded Red seriously.

"MCV is one of the best teaching hospitals in the area. I know some of the staff and have utmost confidence in their ability not only to treat emergencies but also to treat...uh...unique emergencies."

[ooc: Did a wing on the salary thing, feel free to ask me to correct if I stepped too far! :D]

Red's eyebrow rose and he looked pointedly at Wilson. "If you're sure..." He thought it very charitable the man was willing to divert funds from his salary.

((ooc: winging is fine! *g*))

"I don't need it and it'll make my job easier to redirect to those other resources." Wilson said with an easy smile.

Even with the two ex-wives to support the money he made in writing the odd journal article alone kept him comfortable.

When Gladys knew she was no longer needed, she went back to her desk.

Grabbing a blank piece of paper, Red picked up his mouthstick pen and scribbled out an address and pushed it over for the doctor. Setting his pen down, he nodded to what he just wrote out. "That is the place we have available. It's an old doctor's office. It's conveniently located and should suit your needs. A few of the men from Public Works have volunteered to help with renovations to redesign whatever you need done to the interior."

((ooc: and as soon as your humble admin gets off his lazy tail and works on the townie map, you'll have an actual location too!))

Taking the address, Wilson smiled and slipped it into his pocket.

"Should I see Gladys about keys to the building? I'll try to keep renovations to a reasonable cost, if it used to be a doctor's office hopefully there should only be upgrades required."

[ooc: Bah! You rule. Just give me an idea of what's around the office?]

"Yes. She has the keys and the list of volunteers with their availability." Red sat back in his chair. "The previous occupant, Dr. Vassar, died not too long ago and with no surviving relatives, the property fell under the pervue of the township. As far as I know, all of his equipment is still there but not being a doctor, I don't know." He grinned. "I would think the only thing needing to be replaced is worn furniture, he had been in the same location for some fifty years, and supplies."

((ooc: in other words, doctor, you are free to write your ticket on what is there, usable and what needs to be purchased. have fun? *g*))

Wilson's eyebrows lifted and he nodded with a growing smile.

"I'll get the keys and the list and go down to check it out today. I'll get back to you with a PO list and let you know how the budget is being used for town fiscal purposes."

Sitting forward he grinned at Red. "Thank you, Mayor."

[ooc: Sweet! But I was kinda thinking, give me a physical location about where the office is in town? What other shops it's near?]

"Thank you, Dr. Wilson, for taking on this extra responsibility for the township." Red scooted in his chair and pulled a folder over to make a note. "When you are up and running, we'll add you to the Chamber newsletter to let the town know we have a small clinic now."

((ooc: *headdesk* I blame the weather. Next to Powders Laundry across from Luke's Diner and The Perkolator. Spike's Pub is in that area, Huntzberger Residence, Holt Townhouse, Wonka's...sort of lower left corner of the town))

Lucas found the municipal building easily enough. All government buildings had that utilitarian look to them. Even in a town as historic as Fandom Town.

He had an appointment and gave the administrative assistant a friendly smile when he introduced himself. The rather severe woman looked like she sprang something in her face when she smiled back. She was quite chatty after that and they made small talk while waiting.

A portly gentleman in an ill fitting suit came out of the mayor’s office. With a tip of his hat, he waddled out.

“The Mayor will see you now,” Gladys said, now a little more friendly and warm to the new sheriff.

“Thank you, Miss Pipp, for the fine conversation and company,” he said smoothly before going into the mayor’s office. He could have sworn he heard her sigh.

“Mayor,” Lucas said as he approached the … mayor’s … desk. “I’m Lucas Buck, your new sheriff.” His intelligence had said the mayor wasn't normal, nor was the town, which he could already feel and hadn't been in the town 24 hours yet. But, he wasn't quite prepared for Red.

Looking up from his desk, Red nodded and grinned. "Sheriff Buck, please come in and have a seat. I heard you came in yesterday. How are you finding Fandom Town so far?"

He managed to supress the look of surprise on his face. His entry into Fandom Town was low-key, for a reason. The Mayor's information must be tight or he simply would chalk it up to it being a small town.

And in small towns, everyone knows everyone's business.

"It's a beautiful little place, Mayor. Quiet, reserved...which makes me wonder why you needed someone to come in for the law and order. It doesn't have that feel of a town that has any sorts of problems with crime."

Right to the point, Red liked that about the sheriff. "For the most part, Sheriff Buck, we are quiet. Things stay calm for a large part of the time. But no doubt as you've found out, our town is not quite like other towns."

He lifted his head and gestured out the window. "Fandom High is a very unique high school. The students there come from all walks of life, times and spaces. It's an eclectic mix that sometimes has explosive results. There are some there, Sheriff Buck, that are not quite human and unfortunately, could easily overpower our human population here in town. And that's where you come in. You've a reputation for handling the most volatile of situations and I was hoping your presence here, along with the other law enforcement we have, will have a calming influence so that I don't have fireballs going off in the middle of town in the middle of the night again." His last sentence carried just a hint of annoyance.

"Not to mention, we've had a spot of trouble lately with a missing girl and I'm afraid my confidence in the current sheriff and his abilities is quite...shaken."

"Well, thank you, Mayor. I'm glad I have your vote of confidence in handling the situation. I've been keeping up with it and I'm surprised things turned out like they did." Lucas shrugged. "But it's a closed case now. Not sure what I can do to help that any more."

He crossed his legs and leaned back in the chair. "And I'm not real sure what qualifications you think I have to stop a 'fireball' fight from erupting in your town again."

Red leapt down from his chair and padded softly to the office door. He nudged it closed and waited until it was shut before he looked back over at the sheriff. "Straight up, Buck. I'm not stupid."

He trotted back over to sit in front of Lucas and he inclined his head. "Just because I'm four-legged, don't assume I have the intelligence of a stupid beast. I called around, I talked to people and while I'm not really sure what you are or what you can do, the one sense I came away with about your reputation is that, for whatever your personal motivations, you keep the peace by whatever means necessary."

He listened to Red and nodded at the appropriate times. "And you want to know what my personal motivations are for coming." It was a statement, not a question. Buck leaned forward. "You want assurances I have your town's best interests at heart."

"You're a smart man, for a two-leg," Red said in a teasing and yet not-so-much-teasing manner.

"I take that as a compliment, Mayor," Lucas replied. "I have no designs on Fandom Town, sir, other than to help reestablish order, keep the balance of power and herd those who believe Fandom Town is nothing more than their own personal playground for fireworks and activities which potentially threaten innocent people's lives and wellbeing."

Lucas leaned back, his gaze sharp on Red's face. "Tell you what, Mayor. If you believe, at any time, that I'm contributing to the threat and not the effort to maintain order, you are free to tell me to hit the road. And I won't fight you on it. You have my word."

Red studied the other man for a long time. "I'll hold you to that, Sheriff," he finally said. "As a final point, I would suggest you give the Dean of Students at Fandom High a call, let him know you're here."

He trotted back around to the other side of his desk and climbed back up into his chair. "Now. I think I need to catch you up on what's been going on here...."

And the rest of the morning was spent bringing the new sheriff up to speed.

((ooc: fancy way of saying...FTB?))

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