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Dec-22-2008 10:32

((this is a thread that can be about anything....at any location, instead of having a specific place and having to skip around threads. Except for the USS Sleuthtania...that can be kept as its own when on ship))

((I copied and pasted Acemasters last update in the USS thread to here..since Mak is no longer on the ship))

Jan-16-2009 14:20

Given that the thing had looked somewhat like a weasel, he figured it was better to make it some scrambled eggs over a salad. No luck. The animal apparently didn’t like scrambled eggs. He decided to go down to the corner deli and buy some roast beef, some pastrami, some turkey, some sausage and some chicken. At least he’d have something to make his lunch with the rest of the week.

The creature had finally come out for the pastrami. He thought he’d detected some signs of movement under the dresser when he’d set out a small plate of chicken but no go. The pastrami, though, had apparently been smelly enough to tempt it out of hiding. Over the next day, he’d managed to get the creature to calm down and come out of hiding for a new plate of pastrami. (Luc had already set up a ‘catbox’ in the bathroom for it and closed the bedroom off from the rest of the apartment. No point in increasing the amount of work he was going to have to do to clean up after the thing once he’d actually managed to coax it out of hiding.)

Then earlier that morning, he’d been able to grab the thing, put it back in its wooden box (semi-repaired) and take it to a vet. By the time he’d reached the vet’s office though, the creature had broken through the wooden slats again. Luc had asked the receptionist if they had a box or something that he could use in its place and eventually they’d located a cardboard box that probably wouldn’t even last as long as the wooden one had. He hoped he’d find something more substantial during the day but so far nothing had come to mind.

Jan-16-2009 14:21

After pouring over a zoology text for a few minutes the vet had determined that the creature was a mongoose, native to India and southern Asia, definitely not normally found in downtown Manhattan. The vet had offered to euthanize it since it wasn’t the type of creature zoos were normally looking for and pet shops probably wouldn’t take it. Luc had declined his offer and gotten the vet to do an initial examination on him. The secretary had lost her sandwich from her lunch in the process but had seemed mollified somewhat by the fiver Luc had slipped her to get herself something else for lunch. Overall, the mongoose was healthy as far as the vet could tell, not having examined many mongooses in his short career.

Luc agreed that it looked healthy, given his albeit somewhat greater amount of experience in dealing with weasels, skunks and ferrets. But that still left the problem of what to do with the thing in New York City. Then Luc had hit on the idea of finding the person who’d gifted him with it in the first place and seeing if they in fact wouldn’t like a new pet for themselves. Which brought the problem back to Ace. “So Ace”, Luc drawled, “can you find the owner of this mongoose or not?”

Jan-16-2009 15:04

C. M Withers sat there looking at this person, wondering to himself, How Bizarre.

As Luc looked at him, Cane cleared his throat, and said, "Ummm, sir, I don't know why you think that I am Ace. Yes, it is true, we look an awful lot alike, but I am filling in for him. Ace is on a trip with some friends at the moment, and won't be back for some time..but, maybe I can help you with what it is you need?"

Luc frowns, and said, "Well, I guess you will HAVE to do, since Ace is nowhere around"

Cane was up to his ears in murder cases, he couldn't possibly find time to deal with a cat, or a mongoose, or any other kind of animal but, he was a professional, and he helped all.

"I will see what I can do", Cane said, in a dismissal, as he looked at his paperwork that was a mile high on his desk.

Jan-16-2009 19:25

"No need." Luc replied, retrieving his box. "Although I AM mildly astonished at what a 'Mr. Withers' would be doing sitting behind the desk in the office with 'Acemaster' on the door. I do hope you pass on the message that I was looking for him when he returns. Either you need to get your name on the door too, or it's terribly rude to be using his office without at least having the courtesy to pass messages on. Have a good day." Settling for a nod in parting, Luc turned on his heel and left, box still jostling on its own under his arm. He left a message with the Clerk at the front of the office and returned home to his houseguest and a fridge full of pastrami.

Jan-16-2009 19:35

Cane chuckles, and wonders, Rude people really do exist. Amazing on how some think they are the boss, no matter where they go.

He would've came back at this gentleman, if you could call him that, but, he didn't have the time. He had more important things to do anyway, he thinks.

He makes sure to ask the real boss ,on whether his name should be on the door too, then he chuckles, again. Writing a note, he puts "Ace, my man, you had someone stop in wanting u to locate an owner of a mongoose...and here I thought we investigated murders. Cane" Not like he wasn't going to let him know anyway, if he would have time for such things.

OH well...there are murders to solve, and Clients to see. Who has time for animals?, he says out loud, and continues his work, quickly forgetting this man who showed up.