First Patrol

[slightly_knurd]

[lying partially in the gutter, deep in the Underground of the city, rests a man in strange armor and chainmail, clutching a blue blanket patterned with little yellow ducks, his helmet over his eyes, not yet stirring, but mumbling under his breath

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[theenviousone]

[stops and stares at the man lying on the ground]

Someone's been drinking a bit too much, hmm?

[slightly_knurd]

[mumbles back, capable of keeping up conversation, though provided it doesn't go along an intelligent train of thought]

Not drinking...not drinking. Wish I was.

[theenviousone]

[crouches down next to him and prods him in the shoulder]

It's really not a good idea to be out here after the dark. The City's not the safest place in the world...worlds...whatever.

[slightly_knurd]

[horrible glower to Envy at prodding him, but at the moment has too much of a headache to bother about it, waking up]

You think I don't know that? It's about as far from 'safe' as you could possibly... [sitting up, glaring back to Envy]

You, I don't think I've seen. New here, are you?

[theenviousone]

[grins manically back at him, amused at the man's annoyance]

Something's telling me that you're the one who's new here. Nice way to arrive.

[slightly_knurd]

[mutters] Now look who's the drunk one.

[turns back to Envy, scowling suspiciously] Who are you, what's your business here? [getting up as he says this, searching for something on his person..]

[theenviousone]

Look around you. Does this really look like whatever place you're used to?

I'm Envy, just...walking around, seeing the sights. Who're you?

[eyes the man warily, wondering what he's looking for]

[slightly_knurd]

[finds what he's looking for, taking out his No. 177 copper badge, and clutches it tightly in his fist, his anchor to the world, in an attempt to find some sanity left]

Envy. Nice...name.

Commander Vimes, Ankh-Morpork City Watch...how...how'd I get here, then?

[theenviousone]

Is that sarcasm? You're hurting my feelings, really.

If we knew how we got here we'd have already left the damn place, Commander!

[slightly_knurd]

If it were sarcasm, it would've been accompanied by a dry laugh, or maybe a wheeze.

[scowls, glaring to Envy] What? What's that got to do with anything? There's roads, aren't there? Use 'em.

[theenviousone]

If you tried wheezing right now, you look like you'd fall to pieces.

[glares right back] You're not getting it, are you? This is the City. You were taken out of your own world and dropped here. You can't leave.

[slightly_knurd]

[goes to argue, before coming to the realization that that's probably true right about now]

[snaps] Right, I'm not playing silly buggers with you or anyone else! Who's in charge here? Who runs this place?

[theenviousone]

[snarls at him, annoyed at his tone of voice]

If anyone runs this place it's those damn deities but I wouldn't go up against them unless you want to be cursed even more than we usually are around here!

[slightly_knurd]

I'm not talking about gods, I'm talking about government! What've you got here, then, a king, a patrician, a high priest? Who makes the rules here?

[theenviousone]

There is no government here. No rules, no king, nothing. People get dumped here and taken away again randomly, from every type of world you could imagine, so even if they tried setting something up, it would never stick.

[snickers]

More or less an open playground.

[slightly_knurd]

...[glares as Envy snickers, the knuckles clutched around his badge turning white]

So who here keeps the peace.