Coal Mine Street Police House

[Hadrian Beaumont]

"Tea!" Hadrian called jovially as he reentered the room, two steaming mugs in hand, "Couldn't find any sugar so its just milk and hot water in there." He explained somewhat apologetically as he put the Captain's mug on his desk and offered Eleri's to her by hand.

[Eleri Mortymer]

"I'll find it later." Eleri said, sighing. She looked up as Hadrian walked into the room.

"Thanks" she said, taking the mug from him. She sipped it and closed her eyes, smiling.

Aahhh... nothing like a good cup of tea to calm you down. she thought happily.

"I don't suppose either of you know your measurements, do you?" She asked casually.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright paused and gave this some thought.
"I'm about this high and this wide." He replied, gesturing to his height and width. It was as close as he ever got to measurements. "And I don't need a new uniform! This one is fine!" He was a bit defensive about that. He'd had his current police vest for, well, as long as he could remember. It wasn't even a 'real' police stab vest, they hadn't been invented back then. It had been prototypes issued in Edgehaven to combat vampires by maxamising movement potential while still covering you against any attacks to the chest (since vampires liked swords so much, or if they stole a stake from you).

He drank the tea, and cringed. It was new. It was like it had just come out of the tea pot or something. He never drank tea like that.
"Well, 'least you got the no sugar right." Sugar had no place in tea. You didn't sweeten things. That would never sober you up!

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian chuckled at the Captain's antics, reminded him of Fae's mentor type guy - though he'd kick Hadrian's ass if he said it out loud.

"Yeah sure. I'll write it down for you." He told Eleri as he snagged an old piece of paper and tore a scrap off, not caring if it was important at some point - it certainly wasn't right now. And used a nub of lead he'd found in one of the uniform pockets to scribble a few numbers. Sometimes being the son of a fashion designer had its good points, like the girls who wonder around backstage naked, the not so nice point was that he had to learn math and business just to understand what his father was shouting about with his mother. Because he hated not knowing things.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri took the paper from Hadrian and put it in her pocket. She didn't trust it not to go missing if she put it down.

"Thanks" She said again, smiling. She rolled her eyes at Wright's answer and sighed. She'd just have to guess.

She finished her tea and picked up the phone book, flicking through it until she found the number she needed. Tailors in Edgehaven. Not common, but at least there was one.

She managed to dial the first three numbers before her phone cut out.

"Damnit!" She cursed. The battery was dead. She sighed again, brushed her hair back from her face and stood up.

"Looks like I'll have to find the phone socket now." She said, looking about the room. She'd looked everywhere...

Almost everywhere She thought as her eyes fell on the remaining pile of paper. She grinned.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright meanwhile, saw where she was looking and got panicky.
"Hey! Stay away from there! That's my bed..." He paused. "...beeeeeeaaaaaaaaaad collection of old paperwork." He finished, before deciding that probably wasn't the best phrase he could have gone for.

"But it's very important! It needs, urm, sorting. By me. Captain only." He tried to argue.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri ignored Wright and strode purposfully towards the pile of paper. With one well-aimed swing, she scattered it everywhere. Sure enough, buried behind it was a phone socket.

"Found it!" She announced triumphantly.

She looked around at the mess. "Oops..." She said innocently. "Sorry sir. Though... I suppose you've got the opportunity to sort it now." She smiled sweetly.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright looked crestfallen as he approached the scattered papers.
"Aw, that was the most comfortable bed I've ever had." He muttered sadly. He'd never get to fix it now. He'd put it back together but he'd never get it all comfortable again, and it'd take months to reform the groove he'd made there for himself to collapse into.

"I need a drink..." He muttered, ignoring Eleri's attempts to fix everything. "Bloody Hurricane..."

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri frowned, but didn't say anything. Wright probably deserved that drink...

She did feel mean after having dismantled Wright's favourite sleeping place, but that sort of behaviour wasn't acceptable in a police Cheif and he had to learn. She'd be damned if she'd let that type of behaviour pass in her station.

Well... not her station exactly, but...well... the station she belonged to.

She conveniantly missed the 'hurricane' comment, and fetched the phone from her bag. She picked her way back through the papers, plugged the phone in and dialled.

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright gave his ex-bed one last sad look, and crashed down at his desk, pulling out another drink.

He looked at the bottle for a moment, and then around the battered station, and began to get that crawling realisation that your life was utterly ridiculous and what you were doing was stupid...

Usually he'd drink to forget such a thing, but he had that odd and bizarre (and to him, completely impossible to understand) feeling that somehow drink was the cause and not the solution...

He put the drink down miserably on his desk, and decided to wait for Eleri to finish whatever she was doing.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri raised an eyebrow in suprise as Wright put the bottle down. She'd been expecting to fight him on that issue for weeks.

The ringing on the other end of the phoned stopped, and she was met by the companies standard greeting. She waited politely for them to finish their speil before speaking.

"Can I enquire about ordering some uniforms to fit?" She asked, to be informed that she could. "I need..." She considered. Nolan and Sampson seemed alright on the uniform from. "Three sets of police uniforms. I have the measurements here..."

She paused, and considered Wright, comparing him to Hadrian. If she extended Hadrian's measurements a little, she should have a fairly accurate fit. The woman on the other end of the phone asked her something. After a second, she realised she'd been asked for her name and the delivery address.

"Oh, certainly. My name is Eleri Mortymer, the address is.. uhm.." She trailed off, unsure. "Well, it's the Police House on Coal Mine Street, Edgehaven..."

She was interrupted by a fit of laughter. "Stop that!" she barked. The woman, with some effort, stopped laughing. "That's better." Eleri told her coldly. "Now, are you writing this down or not?"

She started dictating her order, only to be interrupted by fits of giggles again.

"Oh... go stab yourself with a needle." She said crossly, fairly slamming the phone down.

She picked up the phone book again and skimmed through it angrily.

[Nicholas Wright]

"Two. Two uniforms." Wright reminded her sulkily from his desk. He had a spare shirt and there was no way in hell she was replacing the rest of his uniform. It was like a second skin to him.

"Do you want me to try?" He offered, spotting her growing frustration. "I'm sure Commander Darkora could use some new uniforms for the Edgehaven Police Department..." He added with a grin.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri ignored Wright and dialled again, to a different company, only to have the same thing happen. This time she almost screamed in frustration and managed to give herself a few papercuts flicking through the phonebook, bristling like a kicked cat.

She found yet another number, not in Edgehaven this time, but close enough to it to deliver, and dialled. This time when the laughter began, she snapped.

"You listen to me, you goodfornothing, insolent little jobsworth, you will sit there and listen to my order, and it will be delivered to the Edgehaven Police House on Coal Mine Street as soon as possible, is that clear?" She bellowed.

The woman on the other end of the phone meekly replied that she was ready to take the order. Eleri lowered her metaphorical hackles and gave the poor woman her own measurements and Hadrian's. Then she rounded on Wright, looked him up and down briefly and gave the woman her estimation of his measurements too.

Once the order had been taken, she thanked the woman calmly and replaced the phone gently in its cradle.

"Should be ready by next week." She said pleasantly, sitting down.

[Nicholas Wright]

"Oh. Huh." Wright remarked, not really interested, but impressed she'd managed.

He was more impressed she'd even found the yellow pages.

"Still, a week can be a long time in the Town of the Dead." He wasn't kidding. Sometimes a single day could feel like it dragged on for years...

"Shame my uniform got lost in the post, mind, isn't it?" He added, not really leaving room for debate on that matter.

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian just stayed quiet, half hiding behind his tea mug, angry women on missions for clothes were fearsome creatures not to be trifled with. He got the hell out of dodge and decided to go and investigate what improvements he could make around the place, he would definitly be talking to his mother about outfitting the cells with silver plating and fitting the strongest plexiglass-or whatever they were calling that stuff strong enough to withstand a truck ploughing through it into a few cells for the vampires.

He really should look into that electrocution idea though. Maybe it was just his inner sadist but the idea of a Vampire with 10,000 volts between its tits just made a particularly nasty grin come to his face.