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Meru Mysteries

Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:00 pm

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Constabulary Station #3
Holodeck 2
USS Portland
Two weeks after launch


“How about ‘Detectives Dash Daring….’ No, that won’t work.” With his subjects blinded by the flashbulb, a young reporter was deep in thought trying to come up with an alliterative headline. “Perhaps ‘Constabulary Catches Cunning Criminals’ – I’m sure that would make a great headline for the front page of the Telegram.”

“Right, I think we’re done here,” barked Inspector McCluskey in a thick Yorkshire accent. He had little patience for Clark Kent and his newfangled brand of ‘photo-journalism,’ or so he called it. “Mr. Kent, I’m sure one of my constables will help see you out. Meru, a moment please.”

“What is it, Inspector,” asked Alenis as Clark Kent closed the door behind him. McCluskey had his back to Alenis, as he reached for a glass and a bottle of scotch on his mantle.

“Meru, I wish you would not wear pants,” he said, turning to face her.

“I beg your pardon!” Alenis was taken aback. It sounded like the inspector was making a pass at her. But the delivery was crude, even for him. “What would Mrs. McCluskey say?”

“No, not like that,” he muttered, a horrified expression on his face. “It’s just, people see a woman wearing trousers – especially a single woman at your age – and they start to suspect thing. Pretty soon rumours start to spread. Just yesterday, I was asked by an alderman of all people if you were a… a…”

“A what?” asked Alenis, a slight smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. She found the antics of the red-faced Yorkshireman to be quite hilarious.

“A suffragette!” shouted McCluskey. A constable passing by the glass door of McCluskey’s office stopped and peered in, having overheard the word. McClusky glared at the young constable, motivating him to move on, as he poured himself a drink. He took a large swig and the resumed the conversation. “Look, Meru, I know it’s a man’s world on the force and you’re just trying to fit in, but you should be more ladylike. Would it kill you to wear a skirt from time to time?”

“I’ll consider it,” replied Alenis, trying to suppress a laugh as she looked down at her dark pantsuit. The quaint little societal quirks of the Victorian era were just too absurd. This program made her thankful that she was born in the 24th century; she knew she wouldn’t last long near the turn of the 20th on Earth.  She had no intention of wearing a corset, and wouldn't be caught dead in a whalebone dress.

“It’s not funny, Meru. Tomorrow your picture is going to be all over the front page of the Telegram, wearing that… that… suit. How am I going to explain that to the boys at the club?”

“I don’t know, sir, you could just say it’s standard detective wear.” Alenis was having fun tormenting the Inspector. “It's not all that different from what Detective Murdoch used to wear.”

“If that’s supposed to be a joke, Meru, it’s not funny.” McCluskey took another swig of his scotch. “And another thing, this wearing just one earring business. I don’t know if this is the latest fashion from Europe, but it looks like you lost the other on the tram!”

“Thank you, Inspector,” replied Alenis, touching the earring in her right ear. The traditional Bajoran earring was given to her by her mother; it was one of the few material possessions she had to reminder her of her childhood on Bajor. “Now, unless you have any more fashion advice, I should be getting down to the lobby.” Alenis pulled out her pocketwatch and glanced at the dial. “Our guests should be arriving at any moment.”

“Go,” muttered McCluskey as he raised the glass to his lips.

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Timothy Rouse

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:02 pm

Timothy approached the first man he could see. "Sir, we have an appointment with Mister Meru at 10 am. We're a bit early, but we couldn't sit at home any longer." He glanced at the lady beside him. "Lady Ellen's father is missing for 4 weeks now, and we are worried.

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:03 pm

"Mr. Meru?" Constable Nettles at the reception desk chuckled. "Detective Meru is a woman, though you wouldn't guess that by her manner of dress. She's quite... mannish, if you know what I mean." He leaned in. "Rumour has it, she's... you know..." seeing confused faces, he continued. "A suffragette." The chatty constable turned to Tim. "Women voting, eh? What won't they think up next? I tell you, next those women will be demanding to be able to serve in the military! Could you imagine, a ship with women on it? Why, sailors would be so distracted they'd never get out of dock!"

At a loss for words, Tim glanced down at Ellen. She gave him an icy stare; Tim had obviously failed to inform her of the Victorian era's less than progressive attitudes towards what they termed the fairer sex. "Constable, if you could just fetch her, I'm afraid I don't have time for gossip."

"I'm sorry. The detective will be down shorty; In fact, I think that's her now," he added as he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

As Alenis descended down the staircase to the lobby, she saw Ellen and Tim standing there, looking positively elegant. Tim was decked out in a three piece suit, with a top hat and walking stick to accessorize his outfit. Ellen's white gloves perfectly complemented her lavish gown. The lady's hat startled Alenis though; the plumage on the extravagant Victorian headpiece was the same bright colour as Ko-ko. Remembering that the outfits were replicated, she quickly perished the thought. The cute couple were both visibly relieved when they saw Alenis approach; after their conversation with Nettles, it would be a relief to interact with an actual flesh and blood person rather than a holographic character.

"Ms. Washington, I'm afraid I have some bad news. I've been in touch with your father's business associates and the Winnipeg Police, and I can't find any indication that he arrived at his destination."

The stationhouse was starting to feel some heat over this case. As the owner of the Admiral Ironworks, the elder Mr. Washington was one of the most prominent citizens of Toronto. And no one had seen him since he got in a carriage for Union Station, a ticket to ride on the Imperial Limited to Winnipeg in his pocket.

At this time in history, Canada was expanding westwards at a vigorous pace and the prairies were being settled by European immigrants looking for work in the cities or an opportunity to get a fresh start on virgin land. A Dominion was being built from coast to coast, and be it railways, agricultural implements, or structural steel, the backbone of this Dominion would be made of steel and iron.

And Mr. Washington intended to provide it. He was to meet some associates in Winnipeg about the possibility of investing in new facilities there. Unfortunately, he didn't make it. And turn of the 20th century communications technologies being what they were, it was some time before anyone in Toronto even knew he was missing.

"What are you saying?" asked Ellen.

"We have to investigate all possibilities," replied Alenis. "Aside from his business dealings in Winnipeg, did he have any motive to leave Toronto?"

"No, I can't think of anything. He didn't even like to travel." Ellen was starting to get into her role, though she was a little nervous about being in the holodeck with the captain. The past two weeks had been just a blur of excitement for her on the Portland.

"In that case, we must consider the possibility that he may have been kidnapped." Alenis paused for dramatic effect. "Or worse."

"Oh dear!"
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Jason Beauvoir

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:05 pm

Jason walked into the lobby of a Victorian Era Police station and took in the activity going on around him. He was dressed in fashions of the day. Single-breasted suit with matching waist coat, derby hat and overcoat. His clothes were of the finest French manufacture, yet understated, as befit his role.

"Can help you sir?" the Desk sergeant asked.

"Oui, I'm Detective Beauvoir of the Service de police de la Ville de Montréal, here to see Inspector McCluskey."

"Come again, sir? The Service d.. what?" Nettles asked confused.

"How you say, the Montreal Police Service." Jason clarified.

"Right you are, sir. The Inspector's office is just up those stairs."

"Merci, Sergeant". Jason said and headed for the stairs.

When he believed the man to be out of ear shot Constable Rawlins approached the front desk and asked. "Hey Serg, who were that queer fellow?"

"Some detective from Montreal, name's Bov-wah or something French."

"What's the world comin' to Serg? First we got a Suffragette Detective and now we got a frogy."

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:17 pm

Inspector McCluskey's Office
Constabulary Station #3

"Sir, I have a detective 'Bow-vah' here from Montreal to see you," said Constable Nettles,

"Bonjour, monsieur McCluskey," said Jason, with a tip of the hat.

"Speak white," muttered McCluskey, not bothering to return the gesture. He remained seated at his desk, a glass of scotch at his side. The surface of the desk showed signs of wear, most prominently a series of rings the exact same diameter as his scotch glass in the area where he rested his right hand.

"Pardon?"

"Speak white. I'll have none of this frog-talk in my stationhouse!" McCluskey arose from his desk and paced the width of his office, glass in hand. Though he had gotten a little portly with age, the former boxing champ could still pack a wallop. "This damned exchange program wasn't my idea, you know," he said, looking out the window by his desk. He turned back to face Beauvoir. "If it were up to me, you wouldn't even be here. The Toronto Constabulary is the finest in the Dominion, and we don't need some Frenchman sticking his nose into our business or offering unwanted advice. No offense, by the way."

"None taken," replied Beauvoir, conscious of the fact that McCluskey was simply a holodeck character, nothing more than his programming.

"But, seeing as I'm stuck with you, I'll be pairing you up with Detective Meru. She's working on the Washington case. Constable Nettles, escort this man to her."

"Yes sir." Nettles turned to Jason. "I'll be with you in a moment," he said, waving Beauvoir out of the Constable's office. "Sir, do you really think it's a good idea to pair the two of them up?" he asked, presuming that Beauvoir was out of earshot.

"Why not? I've got all kinds of politicians breathing down my neck to get this Washington case solved. And besides, if we stick the oddballs together, they won't bother the rest of us."

"Good thinking, sir."

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Lobby
Constabulary Station #3

"Oh, Detective Meru, there's a package for you." Rawlins reached under the front desk to reveal a small gift-wrapped box. "A secret admirer, perhaps?" he added, gently elbowing the Sergeant in the ribs.

"Perhaps," replied Alenis as she carefully untied the bow. "But I'm not aware of anyone whose fancy I may have-- by the prophets!"

Inside the box, on a bed of tissue paper lay a human finger, looking to be from an elderly male. A wedding band was wrapped around the base of the finger, just above the point at which it was cut off.

"Ms. Washington, do you recognize this ring?"
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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:17 pm

Ellen recoiled in horror at the sight of her father’s finger in a box. “That’s… that’s his ring. But how?”

“Perhaps whoever programmed the new characters into the holomatrix had more of an eye for detail than we thought,” replied Alenis. To get the Admiral’s ring, someone must have pulled a holo-photogram of him from his personnel file. Seeing the confused expression on the desk sergeant’s face, she changed the subject. “Did this come with anything, a ransom note perhaps?”

“Just this card addressing it to you,” replied the sergeant as he handed Alenis a small card with “Det. Meru” written on it.

“Is my father alive?” asked Ellen, getting into the role.

“Yes,” replied Alenis. “From this finger and the lack of a ransom note, I can draw two conclusions. First, judging by the lack of decomposition, Mr. Washington is still alive.” Alenis paused. “Or at least, until recently, was.”

“And the second?” prompted Tim.

“Whoever did this is taunting us.” Alenis turned the card over in her hand. “This is an index card from the card catalogue of library. Hmmmm… it appears our culprit has a flair for drama; perhaps a Shakespeare buff?”

“How do you know that, detective?” asked Nettles. Though he was hesitant to admit it, the young constable idolized the detective. She may be a little odd, but she had a sharp analytical mind. Nettles’ dream was to become a detective, and he studied everything that Meru did with the goal of being able to crack cases like her and maybe one day impress McCluskey enough to earn a promotion.

“A little thing known as the Dewey Decimal System, Constable” replied Alenis as she held up the card for him to see. “These numbers represent a classification system for library books, the first digit representing a general class and each subsequent digit representing a subclass. If I’m not mistaken, 822 is English Drama.”

“So this means…” Nettles trailed off.

“It means that myself and Detective Beauvoir are taking a trip to the library.”
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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:18 pm

The Dewey Decimal System...
Toronto Public Library
Holodeck 2, USS Portland

Entering the library, Alenis made a beeline towards the card catalogue. "822... 822... Aha!" She rifled through the card catalogue, finding subsection 822.33 - Shakespeare. The torn remnants of a specific card in the section matched the card addressed to Meru. "As you like it. One of Shakespeare's comedic plays, if I'm not mistaken.

"Can I help you gentlemen?" asked a tall dark-haired librarian, clearly irate with the loudly talking detectives.

"Yes, we are looking for your Shakespeare section," replied Meru, pretending to be no more than a casual reader.

"It is near the far wall, down that way," replied the librarian, pointing off in the direction of the immense collection of books that represented a great majority of the scientific knowledge and literary works in the entire Dominion. "You know, you're not the first Shakespeare buffs to come in today, just earlier a man came in looking for As you like it."

"As you like it..." Alenis muttered, locking eyes with Jason. She could see a grin appear on his face, and instinctively reached for her badge. "I'm Detective Meru of the Toronto Constabulary, and this is my associate, Detective Beauvoir from the Service de police de la Ville de Montréal," she said, almost nailing the accent. "Do you remember what this man looked like, Ms...?"

"Zade. Tyrlai Zade." The woman smirked at the two detectives. "He was tall, with dark hair and glasses."

"That's good," replied Alenis, though it wasn't much to go on. "Detective Beauvoir, get a detailed description from Ms. Zade. In the meantime, I've got some reading to do."

"Reading, ma'am?" asked Beauvoir, furrowing his brow.

"Yes. Some Shakespearean comedy," replied Alenis before disappearing into the stacks.

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A few minutes later...

Alenis had found what she was looking for, and quickly leafed through a large collection of Shakespearan works. A dog-eared page quickly tipped her off to the location of the play she was looking for, and to the fact that she was not the first to read this. She flipped open that page, to reveal an underlined passage.

All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players.


As she stood surrounded by bookcases, contemplating the meaning of the passage, she did not see the approach of a dark figure with glasses and a scarf over his face. Silently, he reached underneath his trench coat, drawing a Colt revolver.

The silence of the library was interrupted by a single gunshot, ringing out from the stacks.
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Jason Beauvoir

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:21 pm

A creaking to his right alerted him to a heavy bookcase falling in his direction. Diving to safety, he landed heavily on the unforgiving floor. His gun was dislodged from his hand by the impact and skidded out of reach.

As he looked up from where he lay, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure disappearing into the shadows.

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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:26 pm

On the floor of the Toronto public library, Alenis tightly pressed her left hand against her shoulder. She could feel dampness. And a sharp pain, worse than she had ever felt before. I've been shot, she thought as she grimaced in pain, but how? It didn't make sense, you couldn't get shot in the holodeck. They had safeties for this precise reason. Wincing in pain in the aisleways, Alenis could hear a "thud... thud... thud..." sound. "Computer, end program!" she called out, to no avail.

Hearing the thuds get closer, peered between a space on the shelves, horrified at the sight of bookcases tipping over, domino-style. Quickly, she rolled out from between the shelves just in the nick of time; a second later, the area where she had been lying was covered in tons of books. With her injured arm, she managed to reach underneath her suit and pressed her comm badge.

"Alenis to sickbay, emergency transport."

No response.

"Alenis to security?"

Again, no response.

"Alenis to anyone. Please respond." She shook her head. The safeties were off, the computer wasn't responding, and their comm badges weren't working.

They were trapped.
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Sat Mar 28, 2015 8:26 pm

Constabulary Station #3
Holodeck 2
USS Portland


"Oh my god, are you all right!" Ellen was startled by the entrance of the detectives and what appeared to be some sort of librarian. But mostly she was startled to see the blood on Alenis' jacket. People weren't supposed to get hurt on holodecks; that was what safeties were for. "We need to get you to sickbay!"

"No, we can't," replied Alenis, wincing in pain. "We're trapped on the holodeck."

"Trapped?!" exclaimed Tim, rushing to Alenis' aid with Ellen. This definitely wasn't something which was supposed to happen. "How?"

"I don't know." Alenis released her grip on her arm slightly, allowing Ellen to examine it more closely. "We can't end the program, and our comm badges aren't working."

"Lieutenant Beauvoir, I need some bandages or a first aid kid or something," called out Ellen, interrupting the discussion. With what she knew about Victorian era medical technology and the little she knew about antique firearms, Ellen understood the severity of the situation. A few inches to lower and to the right and Alenis would have been a goner. "And a knife!"

As Beauvoir went in search of something that could be used to patch up the captain hopefully long enough to get them out of the holodeck and into sickbay, Alenis turned back towards Tim and Tyrlai. "We need to figure out a way to get out of here or at least contact--ow! Damn that hurts!"

"I'm sorry captain," replied Ellen as she took a knife offered by Constable Nettles. "I'm going to have to remove the bullet; this is going to hurt," she added, slicing away at Alenis' sleeve to expose the wound.

"Go ahead, Ellen," Alenis turned back towards the crew, in no small part due to some queasiness around blood. "Now, how are we going to get out of he--AAAAAGH!"
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