fandomtownies | James T. Kirk Causeway and Into the Island; Wednesday Afternoon [10/22 ]

Daisy had say at her desk, and wanted to sigh, but she didn't. Sighing, she felt, usually gave people the wrong impression, even if there were no people in her office at that time besides herself. The chief had just left, having told her the jolly good news of her transfer, using his words and certainly not hers. "Lovely place, Detective Constable, lovely!" He was not a man to use the word 'lovely' often; this did not bode well.

"Nice quiet town in the States; you'll love it."

Needless to say, Daisy was doubtful, since she loved very few things that could be considered quiet, especially when it came to her job.

Again, she wanted to sigh, but, instead, she looked around her office. Technically, it was hers until five, so she picked up the phone. She called up her flatmate; she called up her landlord; she called up the airport. Everything had been rather neatly taken care of. "Bless, they were thorough," she remarked to her desk. She wasn't in the habit of talking to inanimate objections, but the London PD had knever been known to her to be thorough, either, so it balanced out.

She sat at her desk and she made some calls, and it was still not five, so she turned to her computer and worked until then, doing what she could, dutifully, before she left. Any signs of suspicious activity went toward someone she hoped would handle it, but knew better.

She did what she could and then there was a plane, which gave her the chance for at least a nap, because picking up and switching spots wasn't something anyone should do without a bit of rest. Especially when there would be considerable jet-lag to combat.

And then she was there, stepping out of a cab and walking beyond a causeway. Smaller island, smaller job, smaller everything.

This time, Daisy did sigh, and that, too, was small.

[[ and there she is; open, naturally ]]

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It wasn't often that Fraser got bored in his office but he'd been bored today. So, he'd taken a walk and saw a woman he didn't recognize.

Ever polite, he tipped his hat and said, "Ma'am. Welcome to the island."

Daisy had never been very good at geography outside of a bitmap, but she knew enough that where she was intended to land was a good deal south for a member of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Not to say, of course, that some semblance of police order being one of the first sights to greet her, was not welcome. She took a moment to look behind her, as if her driver might have realized the mistake and come back to rectify it, but the cab was long gone, so she turned back to the Mountie, belatedly meeting his tipped had with a nod of her head and a faint smile.

"Ta. Thank you. Fandom Island, is it? Seems a little off the meridian for your precinct."

Granted, she was a London police officer in Maryland, so it couldn't be too far off the mark.

"By quite the distance, yes," he said and smiled. "I'm actually employed on this island. Previously, I was a liaison to the Chicago police department. So, not entirely implausible."

Daisy drew in a breath that then seemed to let out all the sighs that had been building up inside of her all day. "And I'm just off the plane from my last day at London," she said, in a tone to be expected of someone who'd done her nine-to-five and then flew back in time for a little bit, but she smiled at the end of it. "Daisy," she offered. "Good to meet ya."

"Benton Fraser," he said, nodding again. "Pleasure to meet you, Miss Daisy. Are you just visiting?"

"Only if they're pulling one on my back at the old station," Daisy said, with a shrugging cock of her shoulder. "Came into work, got told I was transfered, and here I am. I'm telling myself to just think of it as a paid holiday. 'Specially since I haven't taken one in a while."

By a while, of course, Daisy meant ever.

"Ah, you're a new detective then?" he asked, grinning at that. "So, you'll be, most likely, working with Sheriff Mustang since I haven't been told of any new additions to my staff."

Daisy nodded. "That's what I'm told," she said. "Hope to track him down once I'm not half-dead from travel. What do you mean, your staff? Seems a small island for more than one team of law enforcers."

Her tone, however, seemed to convey that she found this to be quite the opposite of a bad thing, in a hopeful sort of way. She tended to do that, be hopeful for concepts like overstaffing for the sake of getting work done and not for the sake of quotas and other such numbers.

"I run the security for the school," he explained, waving a hand in the general direction. "And thus, the security of the students when they're on the campus. Sheriff Mustang runs the town's police department."

"How's the traffic on either end?"

"Not too busy," he said after a moment. "We do have...times of high stress but it tends to level off."

"I could do with a little more stress," Daisy grinned a little, shaking her head and thinking of far too many minutes wasted behind a desk.

"I can assure you that the high stress times are...extremely high stress," he said honestly. "It almost makes up for the slowness."

The emphasis creased Daisy's brow a bit, but she wasn't about to be faltered. In fact, her heartbeat raced up to that steady, driving march in her head with excitement, hoping that what Fraser was telling her would turn out to be true.

Of course, there was also the niggling little crescendo trying to bring it down, reminding her that her business with fraud and computers didn't lend itself to the field much.

Daisy nodded. "Should be interesting," she decided. "At least it won't be the full hum-drum I was fearing it might be."

"Oh, no," he assured her. "You won't be bored. Even the slow days are interesting. And the island is small but it's packed with interesting places to explore, if you enjoy that sort of thing."

"What about a night life?" asked Daisy, after a moment to consider what sort of exploring she might prefer.

"We've a bar," he said, "with karaoke. It does serve alcohol. Restaurants, several of the new. A gymnasium, an arcade and a theater as well. It's not overly teeming with nightlife but it's not too bad."

"I love karaoke!" Laughing, Daisy was sold right at that point. She knew she couldn't carry a tune, but that wasn't the point of karaoke, anyway. "A far shot from London, but at least there's that!"

"It's called Caritas," he told her. "Once you're in town, you can't really miss it. And the band is very knowledgeable when it comes to songs."

And they were zombies but that was a detail.

And details were just that.

"I'll have to stop in for a peek once I'm not feeling hours and hours of abroad travel then. Thanks, for the little run-down."

"Of course," he said. "The station's in the direction you're going in and there's a hotel and apartment buildings in the area as well. I'm sure I'll be seeing you but good luck."

Good luck?

"Bless." That sounded a little foreboding there, but Daisy shook it off, smiling again. "You, too, Benton."

"Welcome, again, and have a pleasant day." With that, he tipped his hat before starting off on his walk again.

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