Buzz Lightyear (Toy Story)

[gamma_quadrant]

*A small spaceship that appears to be made out of cardboard flies into the room. It lands upright on a chair, and the front opens to allow what appears to be a foot-high astronaut out.* I told them I could get that hovercraft motor to work.

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[themountie]

At first, Fraser was a little worried to be confronted with what appeared to be a living action figure. Magic school or no, he was fairly sure that wasn't standard. On the other hand, he reasoned, many cultures had tales of figurines and statuary coming to life, and if that were going to happen anywhere, this seemed like this place, and he really had no place to talk about 'weird' when he regularly held conversations with his dead father... Besides, the spaceman had mentioned something that had piqued his interest.

"Assuming I don't have a hole in my bag of marbles, did, ah... did you say something about dealing with arguments?"

[gamma_quadrant]

*And - drumroll please - the first voter to question his sanity IS...*

I can, if the need arises - I've had to often enough. I'm not exactly a psychologist, but...

[themountie]

"I see." Well, he couldn't talk about this with Diefenbaker, and he couldn't talk about this with the aforementioned dead father, and he certainly couldn't talk about it with Ray, so... why not vent to a foot-high astronaut?

Fraser crouched. "You see, I... well, normally, I try to be polite as possible, and I strive to be tolerant and respectful of those I work with. Now, I've been working with this partner for the last two years, and I understand that arguments will arise, of course they will, but our circumstances... changed, recently, and..." He sighed. "Well, now we can't seem to stop arguing."

[gamma_quadrant]

What sort of things have you been arguing about?

[themountie]

Fraser blinked, as if he hadn't considered the question before, then huffed deeply and shrugged. "Oh, boy... all sorts of things." He tugged at his earlobe, frowning. "Well, mostly women, it seems, actually. But we've argued about sleeping arrangements, my wolf, my father... Oh, not to mention an incident the other day where he shot me with paint pellets!"

[gamma_quadrant]

*Buzz thinks deeply for a moment.*

Maybe you just need a break from each other. You've probably just spent too much time around each other, so you're starting to get on each other's nerves.

Saving each other's life generally helps, but it's not the sort of thing you want to have to do on a regular basis. Especially if you're friends.

... Wait, what sort of "change in circumstances"?

*Buzz decides not to mention that, if Fraser didn't expect to be shot, then his friend probably didn't know it was him. He's probably already been told. Several times.*

[themountie]

For a toy, this Lightyear fellow was unusually wise, and worrisomely perceptive. Fraser raised his eyebrows, his expression guarded. "Oh, ah... well, we're both here, of course, and our current case, while I'm at no means at liberty to talk about it, is a little less urgent than some of our previous endeavors, so we have significantly more free time on our hands..."

Here, he hesitated. He really couldn't lie, not even to a toy man, but it could be risky to let it get out that Ray was actually staying in his room. "I suppose," he said slowly, "that you might say we're spending far more leisure time together and less time, as you put it, saving each other's lives."

[gamma_quadrant]

Well, that sounds like it's going back into the spending too much time together. And, like I said, saving each other's lives may be good at helping a friendship, but it's nice when you don't have to do it.

[themountie]

Fraser sighed, scratching at his eyebrow. "Suddenly, I find I'm not so sure of that," he murmured. "You might be right, though. We were apart for a month before his arrival here, and... well, maybe I've been crowding him a little." Trying to hide his upset at the thought, Fraser smiled lopsidedly at Buzz. "Thank you kindly for your help, Mr. Lightyear. I have much to think on, I suppose." He tapped the side of his head as if to demonstrate the point.

"As for Sorting you," he went on, because after all he did have a job to do here, "I believe you would do quite well in my own house -- Gryffindor, that is -- if that's all right with you?"

[gamma_quadrant]

*This was more serious than anything Buzz had ever helped solve, but he didn't think it was wise to advertise it at this point.* Don't mention it.

Gryffindor would be fine, thanks.

Vote: Gryffindor

[themountie]

"Gryffindor it is, then. And if you should need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police." He nodded politely to the toy and stood.

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[gamma_quadrant]

Pleased to meet you, Constable Fraser.