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burntcopper) wrote2004-10-05 12:51 am
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Scene : The Bucket
"Nobby." Sergeant Grayson says to get his attention. Corporal Nobbs is currently absorbed in his beer. Someone's just bought a round, safe in the knowledge that the Bucket's fairly empty at the moment.
"Yeah?"
Dick looks him up and down. "Do you *have* to wear a dress?"
" 'S undercover an' distraction, it is. Though it'd be right up your lot's alley."
"Only the actors. You wear it on duty."
"Good way of getting 'em to let their guard down."
Dick examines the mental picture of being confonted by the sight that is the Lesser- *Greater* -Spotted Corporal Nobbs in a dress. True, most people's brains fusing in sheer horror is one way of letting your guard down, he supposes. "Suppose so." There's a moment of reflective silence, punctuated by the sound of the peanuts on the bar being refilled. The Librarian was in here recently, and he's murder on them.
The silence sucks out another question.
"Why's your captain got a thing for whiskers and hair dye in his disguises?" Nobby asks, examining the level of his pint. "Only the amateur theatre group's usual source for that stuff collapsed after a wizard started experimenting with hangover cures and selling 'em. Liter'y. Was this small heap on the floor."
Dick sighs. "I think it's something to do with disguising his jawline and giving the bit of the brain that notices distinguishing features something to focus on. That's the theory in theatre, anyway. I'll ask him."
"And..er... the match?"
"I've never dared ask." Dick confesses. "He'd glare at me."
"Like Mr. Vimes and sarcasm. He gets really intense when things go missing."
"Yeah. The glare just gets turned up until you get really uncomfortable and make excuses to leave the room."
"Spose so." Nobby gulps back another mouthful of weak beer. "Good work on the mime artists last week." The cracking of the underground street performance ring had earned the Cable Street Particulars a commendation from the Patrician. In an understated way, of course, but it was bloody impressive. And hit the front page of The Times. Colour pictures of smeared makeup and the rocky presence of Constable Flint in the background. (well, his chest, at least)
Dick lifts his beer, staring into it moodily. "Three months of undercover, that was. " he winces in recollection. "Invisible boxes, tug of war, walking a bloody stupid line on the floor... white greasepaint now features in my 3am nightmares. What's so wrong with a normal bloody tightrope that they have to make invisible ones on the floor?"
Nobby pats him on the shoulder. "It'll fade in time, honest."
"Bloody well hope so. And give me back my lockpicks, Nobby." Dick replies, knocking back the last of his first pint. Nobby attempts to look innocent and fails against the strength of the basic Nobbs aura of automatic guilt.
You have my sympathies
It gets easier over time. Or you lose shame, whichever.
As much as I fear the thought of Bruce and Vimes being in the same room, I'd pay money to see Sybill and Bruce interaction. She's probably known him since he was a small child, brooding away.
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LOL. The imagine that conjures!
*howls* (but not like Angua)
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Cable Street Particulars were resurrected by Vimes just-pre Maskerade, as Andre is one of them and it's their first mention - they're the undercover division, and Carrot is known to think it's a bit off that Officers go around without uniforms on to find hidden crimes. The first mention we get of the *original* use of the Cable Street Particulars was Night Watch.
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Wow
I mean, really, isn't is *obvious* that Gotham is in desperate need of a Mayor Vetinari?
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