office hours: round 1.

[foo_bar]

office hours daily. i'm here to help... i think.

(screened PCs with han)

Comments

[donotlick]

[ no knocks this time, motherfucker ]

Han! Where the fuck is Connor!?

[foo_bar]

[wait-- what?]

What do you mean?

[han looks genuinely surprised, and has no idea what's going on.]

[donotlick]

[ Hank is Distressed. ]

Connor's missing! He shows up at my door every. damn. morning. And he didn't show up today and I can't fucking find him!

[foo_bar]

Hang on, hang on.

[Han is sure he can resolve this. he pulls out his laptop to send a message to Connor. Surely he'll respond promptly like he always does?]

It should only take a minute.

[donotlick]

[ Hank taps his foot impatiently, waiting for... whatever the fuck Han is doing. Is he pinging him? Do people still ping things? ]

Can you find him with that thing? Don't you have, I dunno, access to our fucking fitbits or some shit?

[foo_bar]

No. I'm using something else, but he's not responding.

[han doesn't look like he expected that]

[donotlick]

Fuck.

[ Yeah, that's not good. ]

Where the fuck could he be?

[foo_bar]

[he's not getting a return signal so he can say, with a whole hell of a lot of sincerity]

I have no clue.

When did you last see him?

[donotlick]

Me? Yesterday morning. What about you?

[ Why didn't he check on him more?? ]

We always check in, but that was -- we were both remembering stuff, so I went to his room.

[foo_bar]

Yesterday.

[he acknowledges slowly.

should he send another message? no, that would be pointless.]

I'll talk to Hale, see if he can get his location data.

[donotlick]

Okay. Okay... Thanks.

[ Hank takes a breath. This is so bad. ]

Fuck.

[foo_bar]

He's not gone. [Han reassures him-- though it's more alarming no one knows where he is, than anything else.]

[donotlick]

You mean he's still on campus somewhere?

[ I mean, that's good?? He didn't just walk out over the wall?? ]

[foo_bar]

That, I'm reasonably sure of.

[he hopes Connor didn't take the wall for granted. but also--]

I don't think he's dead, either.

[donotlick]

He wouldn't just... he wouldn't just vanish like this. Something's wrong.

[ Even if he's not dead, will he still be Connor when they find him? ]

[foo_bar]

[HONESTLY... He can't disagree with that.

he taps the rim of his glasses nervously, staring at his computer screen.

it's time to do some hacking]

[donotlick]

[ yeah, Hank doesn't speak computer so he's just staring uselessly. ]

Is there anything else you can do? Anything at all?

[foo_bar]

I'm working on it.

[his hand drops from his glasses, and then he taps a few times on his keyboard.

He's 100% focused on the screen, which seems to be mostly reacting to... nothing? screens are changing, and he's only occasionally tapping]

[donotlick]

[ Okay, cool, Han is doing Future-y Computer Shit. ]

Okay... Okay.

[ Hank sits down. He's panicking still, but if Han is working on it... well, they have to find him, right? ]

I'm gonna... I'm gonna keep looking. I don't... I don't want him to turn up dead or anything, but if he... if he's hurt or anything, there's some thirium in his room. I think. Make sure he gets that, okay?

[foo_bar]

[he nods brusquely-- this is... going to take a little bit of time, sorry hank, and he needs to concentrate]