communication and stuff

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco is randomly wandering around. He's talking to anyone who is willing.

"They're just some things about this place that I can't get the hang of. Like all the things people go around talking and typing into. I'm just a good old boy from Georgia. What are those things and should I have one?"

He's also a bit confused about jobs and how Nexus society works, especially as a member of the establishment in his own universe.

"How'm I supposed to get work here and what's the employment rate like? I've been feeding myself by selling stuff I find...stuff I find outside that looks unclaimed. I've even sold bottle caps, like that one fella suggested. Is anyone hiring? I don't know much outside of law enforcement."

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[rosco_coltrane]

"Well, I know about telephones, but the ones we have our in houses or booths and hooked up with wires. We don't carry them around in our pockets!" Rosco protests. "That's more like something out of a science fiction story. Where did you get yours?"

[conjuredskies]

"Well- mine was a gift from someone rather close to me." Close enough to bring a foolish little smile to his lips. But anyway: "He's from Earth, of course - they have a fantastic talent for these sorts of gadgets. You can acquire them over in some of the commercial areas here... provided you're able to pay, of course.

"Which brings us to your other question." Felix considers the older man, a little dubiously. He doesn't look like the kind of guards an Imperial is familiar with. Less chainmail, more... hat. "What kind of, er, law enforcement are you used to?"

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco stares a bit.

"Um. You ain't from Earth?" he asks, a bit weakly. Knowing their are aliens and meeting one isn't the same. "I'm not sure what you mean by type of law enforcement. I'm a sheriff. I catch crooks and keep people from speeding and all. If there's a crime, it's my job to find out who did it and turn them over to a judge."

[conjuredskies]

"Not at all. I'm from the Tamrielic Empire on a world called Nirn." Felix gives him a friendly smile. He certainly looks human, for what that's worth. "I've never met a sheriff before, but it sounds close enough to the guard captains we have."

He stops to think for a minute. "Actually, this place could use someone to keep... well, order at least. There's certainly no shortage of crime spilling out from the Underbelly." He pulls a face. "You know we had a whole spate of kidnappings a few weeks back?"

[rosco_coltrane]

"Empire?" Rosco asks warily. "You ain't some enemy of the Federation are you? You ever hear of a fella named James T. Kirk?"

Rosco's knowledge of aliens is pretty much limited to episodes of Star Trek. Well, there was that one that came to Hazzard, but he never learned much about it.

"No, I didn't," Rosco says, worried. "There's no law here?"

[conjuredskies]

Oh. Oh boy does he perk up at that name! That goofy smile is tugging at his mouth again, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. "Jim? You wouldn't believe how well I know him! He's the one who gave me this, as a matter of fact." He pauses and adds happily, "We're anything but enemies, I can assure you."

And yet, Felix doesn't really know about Jim's universe to guess what Rosco might be thinking when he calls his home 'the Empire'. Oh well.

"Not that I know. I mean, I think most people here understand the basic rules - murder and theft and so on are wrong, and all that. But I've yet to see anyone enforcing them officially. Even my comrades and I just do our best to assist citizens who come looking for help."

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco just blinks. Slowly, for several seconds. Of all the wonders he's seen in his brief time here, he hasn't seen anyone he would recognize from tv!

"Y-you know James T. Kirk?" Rosco stammers, then gets a goofy grin of his own. "He's a hero of mine. Would you mind introducing us?"

Rosco tries to wrap his mind around people obeying laws, simply from knowing they exist. He can't do it.

"Oh. Well, is there a group or someone who could give me the job? What happened with the kidnap victims?"

[conjuredskies]

"I'd be delighted to." Felix grins. Clearly Jim's daring and heroic reputation has spread throughout the Nexus already! "He hasn't stopped by yet today, but perhaps he will once his shift on the bridge is over." Ever so caaasually dropping that insider knowledge. He'll have to send Jim a discreet text ahead of time.

"Although we'd best introduce ourselves first." He offers a hand. "Felix Caelus, auxiliary in the Imperial Legion of Tamriel."

As for how to go about installing a sheriff, he hmms and leans back against his desk a minute. "Oh, a group of more heroic types from around here got together and stormed in to free the captives. But what we need is a professional, I think. Plenty of people - especially those who live here - have an interest in keeping the peace. If you put yourself up for the job, perhaps we could arrange a sort of... public fund? I know I could get my, uh, commander to pitch in."

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco blushes, taking Felix's hand.

"Sorry. I--I didn't mean to be rude. I'm Rosco Coltrane. It's good to meet you, uh...is Felix okay? We ain't very formal in Hazzard, so you're welcome to call me Rosco."

Rosco considers the idea and grimaces.

"How generous are people around here. Last time I trusted the public to take care of me and reward my efforts...I was disappointed," Rosco admits, bitterly. "I don't want to be rich, but it'd be nice to be comfortable and not have to worry."

[conjuredskies]

"Oh, no apology needed. And Felix is just fine. I don't stand on the formalities when it comes to my friends." Which Rosco surely is as of now. Right?

Felix nods sympathetically. "I understand, certainly. And I don't want to underestimate how generous people can be here, but they do come and go quite often and many of them have limited means themselves. Hmm... maybe I could talk my boss into putting up a base salary - enough to live on comfortably - and we could save the public fund-raising for extra equipment and so on. He always complains this place is too lawless..."

And if the law's going to be in anyone's pocket, why not someone who genuinely values a measure of justice around the place?

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco grins, pleased to have made a friend. It's been a long time, since he did that. Of course, it's been a long time, since he met anyone new, too, before coming here.

"That might work. Who's your boss?" Rosco asks, wondering if he missed something.

Whoever it is, they can't be more crooked than Boss Hogg.

[conjuredskies]

"Tribune Stratos Caelus, also from the Legion." Felix pauses before explaining, "And, ah, my elder brother. He's an upstanding sort of guy and... well, he ought to be fair with you. He's just kind of stiff-necked." Sigh. He can't complain about his brother when he's trying to make them a new ally.

[rosco_coltrane]

"Oh," Rosco says, blinking, then grins. "If it's any comfort to ya, older sisters ain't any better. Well, if you think he won't mind, I'll be glad to talk to your brother. If I'm gonna be here, I might as well be useful."

[conjuredskies]

Felix returns the grin. It kind of is a comfort to know here's a fellow who understands How It Is when it comes to family. "He should be on duty now. If you're willing to wait a few minutes I can run and fetch him."

He nods to the heavy oak door standing nearby in a stone frame. It might be unfortunate, if Rosco isn't used to magic, that said door is covered in faintly glowing lines and has a set of dull red runes carved into the lintel. Felix has long stopped taking any notice of them.

[rosco_coltrane]

"Oh," Rosco says, a bit startled by the door. "How'd you get lights in the door, like that? That's pretty. Sure, I can stick around. One thing about unemployment, it leaves plenty of time to spare."

He's not used to magic, to the point it doesn't even occur to him.

switching journals for convenience!

[auspex_caelo]

"Oh, the door? That's just a trick of mine for keeping out intruders." Felix flashes him a grin. As to how it keeps people out, well, when the Imperial pats it there's a soft whoomph and the light fades, only to reappear when he shuts it behind him.

He doesn't leave Rosco waiting too long. Soon there's that sound again and Felix comes back on the heels of a man in segmented steel armor. He's a bit darker and about ten years older and his face is that of a man not given to easy smiles, but there's enough resemblance to make out the kinship between them.

Stratos seems to be studying Rosco as he approaches, and once close enough he inclines his head politely to the man. "Mr Coltrane? I am Tribune Stratos Caelus of the Imperial Legion. I'm told you've volunteered your services to impose some order on this... area."

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco gives a nod, standing up a bit straighter and removing his hat. He duly impressed, even with the door.

"Well, I don't know about order, but I know a bit about law enforcement and protecting people from the criminal element. Your brother here's been real nice and helpful."

[auspex_caelo]

"I'm pleased to hear that," Stratos says, carefully not looking round at the smug look Felix is giving him. "May I ask what sort of place you worked in previously? What type of criminals you're used to dealing with?"

[rosco_coltrane]

"I was sheriff, the head law officer, in a small place called Hazzard. It's mainly home to farmers and moonshiners. Er. Moonshine is corn whiskey, y'know?"

Rosco realizes he answered a question with a question ad purses his lips in a bit of consternation.

"Oh, I dealt with any crime that came along...smuggling, theft, murder, speeding...more of that last than anything else, to be honest."

[auspex_caelo]

Stratos looks a little puzzled at the mention of moonshine, but swiftly nods in understanding when Rosco explains. This seems like the familiar sort of thing... except for that last part. He blinks.

"Speeding? I'm not sure I understand. It was against the law for people to... move quickly?"

[rosco_coltrane]

"Well, not by themselves, just when they're in cars," Rosco explains. "Uh. Cars are machines that are really heavy and go fast. So if someone goes too fast and don't pay attention, accidents can happen. That gets people killed. So we have laws limiting how fast they can go on the roads."

[auspex_caelo]

Felix leans closer to his brother, murmuring, "You know, those vehicles on the roads here-"

"Yes, thank you, Felix." Stratos nods his approval. If Rosco can hold his nerve dealing with high-speed machines, the tribune's estimation of him has to go up. "That seems an extremely sensible law. And tell me, do you believe you can manage dealing with the types of people you've encountered here? You carry a weapon, I assume..."

[rosco_coltrane]

"I think I can and there's only one way to find out," Rosco claims cheerfully. "I got a gun, though not as fancy as some that might be here. Though, I mainly use it as a warning. I won't kill, unless it's absolutely necessary. I gotta ask, if I arrest someone, I expect them to get a fair trial, with an impartial jury."

Fortunately for Rosco's peace of mind, Boss almost never presides over criminal cases, since those require a jury.

[auspex_caelo]

Stratos has a genuine smile at that. "But of course. I'm certain Felix can see to the details of ensuring you have a supply of jury members, and collect recommendations for a judge."

"Me?" Felix gives him a plaintive look because that sounds like a lot of extra work on top of... on top of... well, it sounds like work. But after a minute the younger Imperial's expression starts to turn into a thoughtful frown. Maybe he's got just the idea...

Stratos is ignoring his little brother right now, so he fails to notice. He's still talking to Rosco. "The other question, of course, is what to do with them if found guilty. I suppose there must be some sort of useful dungeon around here..."

[rosco_coltrane]

Rosco frowns at the word dungeon.

"I'd prefer a proper jail," Rosco tells him. "Now, I'm from a small town, but in our part of the world, the sheriff and his deputies run the jail. I don't want some thugs running the place. I've met those types and most of them belong in jail themselves."

He muses on the idea of judges and jury.

"Well, technically, anyone in the Nexus should be able to appointed a juror. I mean, we're each others peers and all. And we got make sure the judges are honest."