http://survivesplague.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] survivesplague.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomtownies2009-12-27 01:01 pm

Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

In order to get a little practice in while waiting for clients, Kyle was making a house of cards on his desk, using the Force to stack the cards.

Honestly, he was cheating there. By the time he got to the third level, the house was about to collapse, but he used the Force to give it some reinforcing.

[OOC: I shun OCD. SHUN IT!]

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
It was probably for the best that no one explain The Force to Vimes. Ever. he'd only stare blankly and just go with a fancy sort of magic and therefore not anything he dealt with.

But, he supposed he ought to check out this 'freelance police' thing. It was so very nice to see that private law existed everywhere.

"...working very hard here, I see."

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just checking in," Vimes replied, looking around. "Do much business?"

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Vimes." It took too much conscious effort not to follow that with 'Captain Vimes', but he managed admirably. "The sheriff it seems."

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Vimes also managed to repress with twitch of a smirk at that. Kudos for him. "Done anything worth arresting for?"

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Which would be why Vimes gave it a nudge. It was a very solid looking house of cards, after all.

"I'll have to take your word on that."

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Snickering evilly, Max flicked on the ceiling fan.

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
There was a rabbit aiming a gun at Vimes's head. "Drop the bomb and no one gets hurt!!!" he announced. "MAYBE."

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
Vimes was just going to default that to 'magic'. "Right. As long as you're not planning to move anyone in, I think I can ignore it."

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)
...

There was very little one could respond to that with and remain sane. "What bomb?"

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Which just earned him a look from Vimes. "I'm sure we'll wake up to miniature renters any day now."

And then they'd call the police and he'd make poor Ralph deal with the noise-makers they called phones.

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Max shrugged. "So... You're saying you're NOT an evil saboteur out to assassinate me? That's good to know."

The gun was still aimed at Vimes. "Didja bring any candy?"

[identity profile] solesofmyfeet.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"No candy either," Vimes informed him slowly, not relaxing in the slightest. Because there was a talking rabbit pointing a gun at him.

...it stuck in the mind.

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Max looked up at the fan. "What, this?" he asked. "Yeah, probably. Hopefully, it'll knock the cards down, first."

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Max snapped his fingers, suddenly getting it. "Oh, you're a CLIENT!!!" he exclaimed. "Why didn't you SAY so???" He vaulted into the chair of his desk and looked at Vimes attentively.

While still aiming the gun at him.

"So, what can we do for you?"

[identity profile] maxnotsam.livejournal.com 2009-12-27 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Max aimed his gun at the house of cards. "Well, I do have a better idea, but I wanted to work on not being so predictable."

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