| MARRIAGE: FRASER-THATCHER |
[Aug. 23rd, 2009|02:39 am] |
Benton Fraser and Margaret Thatcher were married in a civil ceremony in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, 22 August 2009. The groom is a Constable of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (Gendarmerie royale du Canada), currently posted at the Consulate General of Canada in Chicago (Consulat général du Canada à Chicago). The bride is currently employed as a security consultant with Knight Industries (UK Branch). |
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[May. 28th, 2009|02:50 am] |
It seems that an extraordinary localized disturbance in both weather and space-time has resulted in my relocation to what appears to be Earth, several hundreds of years before my own time.
Fascinating.
I infer from the natural ease with which the technology of this time has led me to this text-based forum that mine is not an unheard-of experience.
[OOC: Please do continue to tag through tomorrow. I know probably not many people are up right now, but Spock mun keeps very strange hours and needs something to do during work. And please do forgive me for disappearing at random and answering slowly. I have work and school and ADD. :P] |
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[Mar. 27th, 2009|02:43 pm] |
Could anyone recommend a good ophthalmologist? My eyes are changing colour. Rather frequently. |
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| Catchup |
[Feb. 2nd, 2009|03:07 pm] |
It seems that not only have the Inspector and I suffered this odd universal displacement, it just so happens that we've been advanced forward approximately twelve years from our current time.
I don't suppose that anybody here could assist me with filling in the pertinent historical gaps in those twelve years that we appear to be missing? It would be greatly appreciated.
Thank you kindly. |
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| A request for assistance |
[Jan. 30th, 2009|11:43 am] |
Ah, good afternoon. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I appear to have somehow inexplicably found myself in London after some frankly very strange meteorological behaviour. I believe I located the Canadian Consulate here in the city, but there appears to be ... something of a problem.
I don't appear to exist.
Well, that's not technically true, since I'm sitting here typing this. What I mean is, I appear to be in possession of someone else's wallet, name and identification, and the Consulate has informed me after some phone calls that I do not even have a position within the RCMP.
Although that does appear to be me on the identification, which is odd in of itself.
And does anybody know precisely why there are random people asking me for my autograph? |
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