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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[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.]

[can_has_vodka]

It is. That's why I settled in at the pub. It's familiar. And pouring a drink into people is generally a good way to learn things.

[She comes out to greet him, all smiles and black curls bouncing around her shoulders.] Oh, please, come in. I just finished cleaning up. Her Majesty is here! She's going to visit! I do hope I got the place clean enough.

[The entire place smells of lemon oil. She had been busy.]

[cartergetsyou]

I saw she was here. Didn't half do me a turn, I don't mind telling you. [Looks around, appraisingly.] Nice place, I must say. Nothing like I'd have expected, but then nothing here's what I wild have expected. [Sigh.] 's all very well, I suppose, but I've got work to do. Still, this'll pass the time, if nothing else.

[can_has_vodka]

It does all right. But drinking in here one does not know what to try first! [She does a little spin, curls bouncing.]

Well, pardon me for saying so, but if I were puzzling out a great and deadly mystery a quiet place to think would sometimes be in order. And it does seem that many men do their best thinking over a cup or a pint.