And another DCU/Discworld snippet...
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burntcopperThis time, we get added Andre from Maskerade...
Sergeant Grayson's signing off some reports when he notices someone enter the room. "Dick?"
"Andre, if you've come in here to tell me you can't make dinner on Octeday I'm going to kill you." Dick says in a mild tone. "We've had that booked for three weeks."
"No, no, dinner's fine." Andre says. He's still radiating trepidation and guilt. Subtly, of course.
"You want a grandmother's funeral in the middle of a sting."
"No. You remember the Opera Ghost case a while back?"
"Got us tunes we can actually hum. Yeah?"
Andre begins to talk fast. "Well, there were these two witches who were a massive help in apprehending Salzella and I'd promised them a favour if they were in Ankh-Morpork again, and I'm all booked up with the elephant smuggling and you're free then -"
"What did you get me into, Andre?" Dick groans.
That night, in the Stalls. Nanny grins. "This opera's pretty good, ain't it?"
"Um, I think so." Dick says.
"Dead good when they were singing as the young man hung from the battlements." Nanny says, munching on a chocolate.
"Dunno about the copper, though." Dick says, trying to lever Greebo's claws out of his leg. "Is he always like this?"
"Oh, the high notes just make him a bit nervous. He'll settle down in a bit." Nanny grins benevolently at Greebo as he tries to dig them in deeper, purring.
A few hours later, Dick storms back into the Cable Street nick. Andre looks innocent. "The bloody writer of the Joye of Snacks? You stuck me with the most - I haven't blushed like that since I was eleven! And my bum!"
"What about it? It's a great bum." Andre asks, then frowns. "The Joye of Snacks? How'd you know?"
"I put two and two together." Dick snarls. "That much innuendo, the Lancre accent, and you just knew that she'd done every single bit of it, the way she'd laugh - and that cat of hers!"
"Okay, maybe I should've warned you about Greebo." Andre mutters, fiddling with some music sheets that've been used as a place to put coffee mugs.
"And as for my bum - I swear, it's got bruises from the amount of times it's been pinched. And the ogling - or should I say oggling -"
"Um. Sorry?" Andre's looking a tad contrite now.
"It's going to take a lot more than just 'sorry'." Dick's glare isn't softening. "You also forget I have a large amount of influence over the rota. There's that investigation we have to do into the disappearance of the Dunnykin Divers' tools near Short Street sewer entrance. I still haven't decided who to assign to it yet."
Andre blanches. "Er. Many, many blowjobs?"
"They'd better be fucking fantastic, that's all I'm saying. Now go find the ointment. This is bloody sore." Dick says, leaning against the desk as there's no way he's sitting down on the hard chairs of the Cable Street nick just at this moment.
Sergeant Grayson's signing off some reports when he notices someone enter the room. "Dick?"
"Andre, if you've come in here to tell me you can't make dinner on Octeday I'm going to kill you." Dick says in a mild tone. "We've had that booked for three weeks."
"No, no, dinner's fine." Andre says. He's still radiating trepidation and guilt. Subtly, of course.
"You want a grandmother's funeral in the middle of a sting."
"No. You remember the Opera Ghost case a while back?"
"Got us tunes we can actually hum. Yeah?"
Andre begins to talk fast. "Well, there were these two witches who were a massive help in apprehending Salzella and I'd promised them a favour if they were in Ankh-Morpork again, and I'm all booked up with the elephant smuggling and you're free then -"
"What did you get me into, Andre?" Dick groans.
That night, in the Stalls. Nanny grins. "This opera's pretty good, ain't it?"
"Um, I think so." Dick says.
"Dead good when they were singing as the young man hung from the battlements." Nanny says, munching on a chocolate.
"Dunno about the copper, though." Dick says, trying to lever Greebo's claws out of his leg. "Is he always like this?"
"Oh, the high notes just make him a bit nervous. He'll settle down in a bit." Nanny grins benevolently at Greebo as he tries to dig them in deeper, purring.
A few hours later, Dick storms back into the Cable Street nick. Andre looks innocent. "The bloody writer of the Joye of Snacks? You stuck me with the most - I haven't blushed like that since I was eleven! And my bum!"
"What about it? It's a great bum." Andre asks, then frowns. "The Joye of Snacks? How'd you know?"
"I put two and two together." Dick snarls. "That much innuendo, the Lancre accent, and you just knew that she'd done every single bit of it, the way she'd laugh - and that cat of hers!"
"Okay, maybe I should've warned you about Greebo." Andre mutters, fiddling with some music sheets that've been used as a place to put coffee mugs.
"And as for my bum - I swear, it's got bruises from the amount of times it's been pinched. And the ogling - or should I say oggling -"
"Um. Sorry?" Andre's looking a tad contrite now.
"It's going to take a lot more than just 'sorry'." Dick's glare isn't softening. "You also forget I have a large amount of influence over the rota. There's that investigation we have to do into the disappearance of the Dunnykin Divers' tools near Short Street sewer entrance. I still haven't decided who to assign to it yet."
Andre blanches. "Er. Many, many blowjobs?"
"They'd better be fucking fantastic, that's all I'm saying. Now go find the ointment. This is bloody sore." Dick says, leaning against the desk as there's no way he's sitting down on the hard chairs of the Cable Street nick just at this moment.
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Date: 2004-10-11 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 09:14 pm (UTC)But I'm sure I can get the books from my boyfriend and find time to read. @___@ I am also getting sleeeeepy.
Lol.
Thanx.
Kill self laughing? Didn't that happen to Tim once...?