Entry One: Video Entry

[themountie]

[The camera turns on to show what appears to be an actual cabin in the woods, quite small, but complete with a roaring fire blazing in the hearth. The man holding the camera is wearing full Mountie regalia, including a Stetson hat, and looks pleased as punch.]

My thanks for the accommodations, Admiral. It's rather more space than I need, but I'm sure I'll finds ways to fill it.

[There's a bark from offscreen, and the man raises an eyebrow and says, quite pointedly:] No. Not with Krispy Kremes. We don't even have a Krispy Kreme on board, as far as I know.

[He turns his attention back to the camera, clearing his throat.] I beg your pardon, everyone. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, RCMP. I first came to the Barge-- well, that's not important right now, but I'll be here as a warden for the time being. I'm very much looking forward to it. [Horrifyingly, this appears to be genuine.]

Comments

[themountie]

I'd like to think so, yes.

[thinkb4ublink]

Gordon Bennet. Just try an' remember: this place ain't sunshine and roses. There are murderers and torturers and floods 'n fings. Happy-go-lucky solves nothing.

[themountie]

Oh, no, Mr. Bennet. I know. [He's assuming that muttered name was his introduction -- because why wouldn't he introduce himself?] Nonetheless, I think I can be quite productive here.

[thinkb4ublink]

My name isn't bloody 'Bennet' it's Slater. Roy, bleedin' Slater, all right?

[themountie]

[Oh, dear.] Certainly, Mr. Slater. My apologies. I thought I heard you say...?

[thinkb4ublink]

It's Cockney rhymin' slang, I'm from South London.

[themountie]

Oh! [He brightens, keenly interested.] Really? What's the rhyme? I haven't had much opportunity to hear rhyming slang. Although I was once assigned to a case in which a man, a recent alien, was accused of making several of what both you and he would call "backhanders"... but that's neither here nor there.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater rubs his hand over his face.] No, look, there's no rhyme, ok, you just say it. It's an exclamation of surprise.

And careful how you use the word 'alien', some people here are the type that are from outer space.

[themountie]

That's a fair point, Mr. Slater... Although I suppose we all are, now, aren't we?

[thinkb4ublink]

That thrills you, does it?

[themountie]

A little, yes. I've never been in space before. Although-- [He smiles wistfully, already a little bit homesick.] You know, where I come from, there are places where the stars very nearly do seem to come closer to the Earth. If you lie on your back out on the ice fields and look up at them...

[For a second, his eyes grow distant with memory; but then he winces a bit.] Well, of course, you can't do it for very long, or there's a chance you'll freeze to the glacier. [GOD, CANADA IS GREAT.]

[thinkb4ublink]

Yeah, well, you'll get over it. [He's a glass half full kind of guy, can't you tell?

Dryly:] Wouldn't want that to happen.

[They don't get glaciers in London. Though if you lie down for too long, you'll probably will get stuck anyway. Just. For entirely different reasons.]

[themountie]

[Nope, Fraser is pretty sure he's absolutely never going to get over it, and he's going to go up on deck later and stare at everything for ages. Space!]

Well, no, it's very unpleasant. The temperature here seems to be much milder, I notice.

[thinkb4ublink]

Now, maybe. Gets cold in winter.

[themountie]

Ah! I'm glad to hear it, then.

[thinkb4ublink]

[Hates the cold like any good Brit.] Yeah, I love bein' miserable too.

[themountie]

I'm sure you'd change your mind if you saw a good Canadian winter, Mr. Slater.

...Well, possibly not.

[thinkb4ublink]

You're right. I wouldn't.