The Needlehole Mysteries [2]

Exclusive palantir recording from stg Ringo's army days.

Norc's start:
The little bell over the door ringed merely as he entered Mrs Figg’s house of Eels and pleasure. The room was filled with a moist, hot perfumed smoke, which made him feel relaxed and happy. His anxiety for the job-interview vanished.


He smiled to himself as he remembered staying here with Eldo years ago. Outside Needlehole was slowly waking up, but in here the only way to tell time were the staff seamlessly changing shifts, and the candles burning down and being replaced. Ringo hid a long yawn behind the back of his hand. He knew where to find Figg's office, police work often took them this way.

Mrs Figg's secretary gave him a polite nod and told him to go straight in.

Julia Figg had proven to be a successful business woman. Her husband Oscar travelled a lot, and among the many things he did while being away was seeing to the capture and safe transport of the eels. Julia left little to chance when it came to her pride and joy - eel wrangling.

Julia rose from her desk as he entered, extending her hand to shake his. She had a firm grip, and the sleeveless dress clearly showed her strong, sleek arm muscles.

“Mister Herring, welcome. It is a welcomed change to be the one interviewing you for once. I understand you have handled fish before?”

“Yes, Fjordian children are familiar with various kinds of fish from a young age, both saltwater and freshwater fish.”

I really want to nag Norc and Eldo for not posting, but I haven't had time to write anything myself either. That there is as far as I got, and it's been sitting on my computer for a long time without growing or shrinking. Thought I might as well post it.

haha, thanks ^^ winter holliday next week, so I'll be able to do some writing. It's gonna be great

I'm glad to see more story being posted here. I'm sorry for not having updated, but this semester has been kind of a mess so far. Here's hoping we all have a bit more writing time soon!

ok.. i think i'm gonna start working on something here.

omg.. this is so fun.

Quit teasing and post your story already!

I can hardly wait!!

[[[[hold ur horses Amarië, this is a two parter ]]]]

“Yes, Fjordian children are familiar with various kinds of fish from a young age, both saltwater and freshwater fish.”

“So I’ve heard. You have a strong, tight grip then?”
“Oh yes, Mrs Figg, even when the eels are slippery and strong.”
“Good, but please call me Julia.” Ringo didn’t really feel like calling her Julia. Too personal, but he nodded and hoped it wouldn’t go further than that (as she was a bit scary and unpredictable).
“I had a look at your application. You didn’t list any references.” She said as she glanced at the paper.
“erm… well, no.” Ringo replied. He wasn’t sure how he was going to explain why he’d left that bracket open as he didn’t want her to call Eldo or Nora, but Mrs Figg beat him to it.
“no worries, dear. I know the job has some fishy rumours. I’ll just have to see what you’re good for, then, won’t I?” She smiled at him from behind her desk. There was an awkward silence as she continued to smile at him for several long seconds.
“so, shall I-“
“shh.” She held up a finger. “Don’t talk.” He opened his mouth, but her finger was oddly hypnotising.
“turn around.” He did so.
“What size are you”
“pardon?” He abruptly turned his head.
“Face the wall, sergeant” He turned his head again and as he stared at the wall, he wondered why the walls were furry.
“Your knickers, what size are they?”
“erm..” he felt confused and dizzy. “I dunno..” He jumped up and squealed in surprise when she suddenly pinched his bottom.
“hmm..” she said “I think a size quarter-melon w-45 nail-lengths will do.”
“what?”
“take of your shirt.”
“what?”
“I need to see what shape you’re in. This is a rather physical job.” Ringo felt the weird confusion of déjà vu as he stripped down and, on the command, his pants too.
“That is not bad, sergeant. Not bad at all.”
“I have the job?” Ringo asked bluntly. There was something not right with the air. It was too comfortable to breathe in and made his thoughts all fuzzy.
“yes, well, I have to observe you for the rest of the day, but yes. Congratulations. You have the job.” Ringo beamed foolishly as he went to put on his clothes again.
“No, no, take these. See if they fit you. I think they do, although, I am never too sure about the pants. You men vary too much.” She handled him a small bunch of clothes. Mostly leather and it didn’t look like much.
“leather, are you sure?” Ringo held up what looked like a pair of, what he hoped was a hat, but seemed to be his underpants.
“yes. Some of the eels are electric; you would want protection, don’t you? Or is your skin thick, like Vikings?” Ringo blushed but wriggled himself into his new work-uniform.
“oh, I almost forgot” Mrs Figg said as she halted by the door, “here’s a mask, in case you don’t want to be recognized. Although..” she bit her lip and her gaze wandered ”you may be recognized anyway.”

*dies laughing* This is great! So wrong. But so great.

(Edit: Also, links have been added to the table of contents.)

so it's been over 15 hours since Amarie died
I'm coping ok

I hope Ringdrotten is okay when he reads this.

i hope he's not

When's the next part coming?

soon, it's a bit late now and tomorrow is hectic, mom is celebrating her birthday

Happy birthday Norc's mom.

i'll pass it on ^^

Amarië wrote:Exclusive palantir recording from stg Ringo's army days.

Explains a hell of a lotta things...

Norc's Mum is 50? Typical! Yet another young person around the place! Where are the the maturer folk, hmm? Where?

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