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The Park: Tuesday

Vic decided that the day was too nice to be sitting behind a desk in the police station. So she "delegated" all her paperwork to Ralph and took the initiative to "patrol" Fandom.

Which meant taking a walk through the park and drinking an iced coffee from the Perk.

Hey, she's more likely to find someone perpetuating a crime here than sitting at a desk!

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The heat in this place was starting to become an annoyance. Hatter knew he could have just stayed in his air conditioned apartment but it was boring there so he'd come out to the park again.

He was using his hat as a fan while he stood near the flamingos, giving them quiet looks. Hey, at least he wasn't talking to them this time. He'd learned that they didn't talk back.

When he noticed someone unfamiliar, he gave a friendly wave with his hat and said, "Hot day, isn't it?"

Vic stopped in front of the pond and rested her hands on her hips and gave a little shrug.

"Beats me. Seems like regular summer weather to me," she replied. "After the beating we took over the winter I'm not going to complain."

"Weather's all the same where I'm from," Hatter replied, going back to using his hat as a fan before he tipped back onto his head. "Very monotonous and boring. Though, I think I'd prefer it to sweating through my shirt."

He slid his jacket off and rolled up his sleeves. "Probably my own fault, though, right? Bloody dunce, I am."

"Well wearing a jacket in eighty-plus degree weather might be a tad overdoing it," Vic said with a small smirk.

"But, it's such a nice jacket, isn't it?" he asked, holding up his beloved jacket. "And it's about all I have at the current moment. I came here a bit unexpectedly, you could say. Haven't really found much in the way of good shopping either."

And he had little to no money.

"Well just because it's nice doesn't mean you have to wear it in the summer," Vic noted cautiously because...

Well it just made sense not to wear a jacket in 80 degree weather right?

"I've got a leather jacket from home but you don't see me wearing it."

"Yes, but that is your own fault," Hatter noted, draping the jacket over his arm and smiling broadly. "Besides, this jacket does so bring out my eyes, doesn't it?"

That was a joke even if he did think it brought out his eyes. "Tell me, is there any decent place to get clothes around here? So far, all I've found is multiple bars and places to eat."

Lucky for the Hatter Vic had made the rounds of the island a few times over the weeks since she arrived so she knew what businesses were where.

"There's a place called Demon Marcus over on Minotaur Lane," Vic suggested. "You might be able to find some second hand clothing store over on the mainland though."

"Demon Marcus?" he repeated with a tilt of his head. "Interesting name. I hope I can find something just as interesting to wear while inside it or it'll be a bit of a letdown. The mainland is a bit of a problem for me though. Wouldn't want to look like a complete fish out of water."

Or he couldn't leave just yet. It was probably that.

"Yeah. Not sure if someone was having fun with the name or baiting a retailer for a lawsuit," Vic replied.

She was steadfastly trying to ignore the supernatural possibilities there.

"As for being a fish out of water, you don't look too out of sorts for the mainland."

"Is that a compliment?" Hatter asked, smirking. "I think I might have to take it as a compliment because those are always nice. So, thank you for the kind compliment."

He even nodded. "It does my heart good. A very nice welcome for me even if it's a few weeks late."

"Yeah, well this doesn't seem like the place for welcome baskets full of fruit," Vic joked. "For me it was: 'Welcome to your new job. This place is fucked up by the way.'"

"Yes, I'm hearing that this place is rather...unique," he said, recalling Dr. Lecter's words from yesterday. "Did it really rain sharks here? I heard it rained sharks."

"Yeah, that one was a bit before my time," Vic said adjusting her sunglasses a bit. "Though I did see some archive video which had flying jalapeno peppers which blew fire at people."

"Come again?" Hatter asked, brow furrowing. "The food has come alive on this island?"

And he worked in a place with copious amounts of food? Brilliant. "How charming this place is becoming with each day that passes."

"Can't help you answer that one," Vic said with a shake of her head. "Can only tell you what I saw."

"Perhaps my initial impression of this place was false," Hatter said thoughtfully. "I was actually getting a mite bored just sitting in my restaurant and sipping tea. Thought maybe I'd have to find a new hobby or something."

"I have no room to talk," Vic said with a shrug. "Most off my job apparently is just taking annoying phone calls and filling out paperwork."

"Sounds thrilling," Hatter said dryly and clearly not meaning that. "Why even do the job if it's that bloody boring?"

"So my landlord gets paid and doesn't kick me out of my apartment?" Vic offered.

"Bah." Hatter waved a hand at that. "That's boring. I was hoping for some sort of insane answer, something to really get me a feel for the oysters here."

Vic gave Hatter a long questioning look.

"Oysters?"

"Oh right, you don't call them that here," he said, almost apologetic. "Humans. I meant humans. The slang here is so dull."

Aeryn had gotten used to finding an empty spot and taking time to think at times, and luckily Fandom had plenty of those spots. She'd been headed to the pond, since the weird birds tended to at least be entertaining, and gave the other woman a nod when she saw her.

See, friendly.

Vic nodded in return and decided to say something somewhat social.

You know. Be a nice face for the sheriff's department.

"Hi. How are you today?"

"Same as I am everyday." That was Aeryn trying out social norms, and probably failing. "How are you?"

That part she got!

"Good," she said drawing the word out a bit because... Well. Clearly Vic had no context on Aeryn's everyday status. "And I'm assuming the way you are everyday is... good?"

"Basically." It so was not. "I'm not very good at this 'how are you' thing."

She knew her failings. They were tech work and 'how are you.'

"Being social can be overrated," Vic said with a small shrug. "I'm Vic Moretti. New deputy in town. Or relatively new."

"Aeryn Sun. Also relatively new," she said. "So you're in charge here."

Vic let out a snort of laughter. "Hardly," she smirked. "The sheriff is the guy in charge of the law department. And he reports to the mayor. I'm probably the low woman on the totem pole. So to speak. Where'd you come from?"

"A different galaxy, apparently," Aeryn said. She still didn't feel entirely comfortable saying that here, but no one had tried to dissect her yet, so... "It's complicated."

"Whoa. Okay," Vic said raising her eyebrows. "Did the complication involve going through a big... glowy thing? Because that's how I ended up here."

Aeryn shook her head. "There was some sort of cloud. I went to investigate it, and next thing I know, I'm here."

She was thrilled.

Vic could tell.

"Wow," Vic replied and inserting an awkward pause as she mulled that over for a second. "You're not pulling my leg are you? Because no offense, when I think of someone from another galaxy I'm thinking something out of Space Battles or Lightning Bug. I mean... you look more like me."

You know. Human.

"I get that a lot," Aeryn said dryly. She was almost sorry for how often John had to go through this with Sebaceans. "Not everyone looks like me. I'm just part of one of many species."

"Sorry," Vic said with an awkward chuckle a little 'mea culpa' wave of her hands. "Wasn't trying to be offensive there. I think you might be the first alien I've met here."

"It's all right, I'm used to that, too," Aeryn assured her. "I'm sure people will get more used to me the longer I'm stuck here."

"So you don't have a way back either?" Vic asked sympathetically. "Sounds familiar."

"So far no." Sigh. "You, too?"

"The same," Vic said echoing Aeryn's sigh. "Can't even get a phone call through to them.'

"At least we know we're not alone on this then." Which actually did make Aeryn feel better, given that she had All The Issues with being on her own.

"So how long have you been here?" Vic asked. "Because I'm curious to know if you've dealt with any of the weirdness everyone talks about."

"About a quarter of a cycle now." Did she look like that was not okay? Because it was not okay. "I was here for that crystal... thing."

"I dodged that one somehow," Vic replied making a face. "Got plenty of phone calls from people in town though. Just to make sure: cycle is about a year or something?"

"About, I think." She'd never cared that much about conversion of time before. Being here, she kind of kicked herself for that.

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