3. voice

[cartergetsyou]

[The voice is similar to Carter's, but older, rougher, and even more East Ender. That he's switched the communicator on at all is blind luck.]

-got an investigation to get back to! Who's in charge here, I'd like to know?

[Say hello to Carter's flood replacement, Inspector Fred Abberline. He was the fellow who headed up the Jack the Ripper

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[stepintoshadows]

An investigation! Well isn't that exciting. Are you a detective, then?

[All smiles and bubbly demeanor; meet Sally, Abberline. ...Pretty much the exact opposite of Rorschach in ALL WAYS.]

[visual] LOL

[cartergetsyou]

[Oh dear god what. Not even a Whitechapel tart shows THAT much skin.]

Inspector Frederick Abberline of Scotland Yard ... miss.

[visual] XD

[stepintoshadows]

[Welcome to 1938! She's *independent*. ...Which apparently translates to "dresses like a hooker but doesn't put out as easily".]

...Sally. Please, call me Sally. [Primping and posing while trying to seem demure, and have some cleavage, Abberline. She knows you want it.]

Scotland Yard? You're a little far from home, aren't you? Nice to meet you. So what are you investigating, if you don't mind my asking? ...I do a little of that myself sometimes.

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[cartergetsyou]

[Mustn't stare. Mustn't stare. Mustn't ... damn it, woman.]

Murder, miss. Some ladies come to an end they didn't deserve.

[His brain has more or less filtered out the "I do a little of that", because that simply doesn't fit into his mental paradigm. At all.]

[wardennolonger]

That would be The Admiral, I suppose? I've yet to fully understand this strange ship.

[cartergetsyou]

A ship, is it? Looks more like a factory crossed with a grand hotel.

[wardennolonger]

I... had been told it was a ship. It looked like a ship when I last ventured from my room

What in the Blight is happening here?

[cartergetsyou]

...Nah, I reckon you're right. A ship. Not like any ship I've ever seen though, that's for certain.

As for what's happening, I'd like to know that myself. Inspector Abberline, Scotland Yard. And you are?

[can_has_vodka]

Oooo, Inspector Abberline, that's familiar! I'm Molly from the Ten Bells. I don't know much at all about what's going on, but I've found a spot to pull pints in should you need refreshment!

hope this is okay!

[cartergetsyou]

Molly! Course I remember you, luv. There's a pub here, then?

[can_has_vodka]

There is. Top floor in the locked area, but I have a sort-of key. They have odd machines that make one's coffee. And another one plays this funny sort of music.

I've been sorting it all out...a pub's a pub in the end. Come by if you like and I'll pour a hot drink into you.

[cartergetsyou]

Much obliged. Once I've had a look around, I'll be along, I reckon. Strange place this is.

[And indeed, a few hours later, he's knocking on the door of the pub.]