office hours: round 1.

[foo_bar]

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

(screened PCs with han)

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[donotlick]

So. Alcohol. Can I get that shit delivered to my room, on the house, or is it gonna cost me?

[foo_bar]

[he needs to not be putting his feet on desks, and yet. here he is, with his laptop in his lap, feet on the desk, and the whiskey behind him]

That's something that'll cost you.

[donotlick]

[ Ah, these types. Like Gavin Reed, but less punchable. ]

Alright, name your price.

[foo_bar]

[he pauses, and then closes his laptop.]

I didn't think anyone would accept. Guess I figured wrong.

Have a seat, Hank.

[donotlick]

[ He sits down. I mean, he's old. He'll happily sit. ]

I said name your price, not that I was signing up to play Benedict Arnold.

[foo_bar]

Nah, no need for anything like that. I just thought that would dissuade enough people, especially since you'd be stealing from my own stash.

Though, I do want to figure some things out, I'm just not sure if you're in a better position than I am.

Er. Anyway.

[he leans back and pulls the whiskey bottle-- Pike Creek.]

[donotlick]

I'm gonna let you down slow on that one, Han. I might be a drunk asshole, but I'm a cop.

[ Are those scruples?? He has them? ]

You and your buddies are already breaking enough laws to get you locked up till the ice caps finish fucking melting. The way I see it, "stealing" from you is a victimless crime.

[ Needless to say, his eyes light up at the sight of the booze. He's got simple needs. ]

How much you want for it?

[foo_bar]

Is this a victimless crime, or are you gonna keep bartering?

[he considers.]

[donotlick]

You're holding all the cards. I steal from you, I might not get any booze next week. Or, you know, in the next couple of days, depends on how I'm feeling.

[ He crosses his arms. ]

Unless you want me to steal from you.

[ He pauses. Now why would anyone want that? ]

Is this Hale's booze?

[foo_bar]

No, it's definitely mine.

You know that guy's an asshole right? And that's putting it lightly, even.

[he grabs a glass from inside his desk, it's got "Vancouver" written over it.]

I'll consider this an advance, but I've got a serious request for you.

[donotlick]

So they tell me. Real asshole, must be an even shittier boss.

[ Oh that's definitely bad but Hank is definitely going for it. He never turns down a free drink. ]

Alright Captain Canuck, what's this request?

[ I mean, Detroit is literally north of some parts of Canada. The border is weird. ]

[foo_bar]

[he's been found out.]

Setting that aside...

I think Hale's got a spy among the students.

[donotlick]

[ He's polite by nature, eh? Hank nods at this information. It's not like it's a huge surprise. It's more insurance. ]

Considering how much you and the girl hate his ass, that's no surprise.

So?

[ Go on. ]

[foo_bar]

Right now, I just want to know who it is. Without Hale figuring out that I'm looking into it on my own. After all, he killed the last person in my position.

monday but before #gate....gate??

[swordsinternally]

[ You know what, he might as well make an attempt to ask something, hence why he's going to find the office and just... knock on the door, like a polite person? He might not get what he wants, but look.

He can at least try, and that's what counts here. ]

[donotlick]

[ Mmm, sounds dangerous!! Good thing Hank doesn't value his life! He nods. Consider this case opened. ]

Got it.

[ He holds out his hand to shake. All you have to do is pay him in alcohol. What a deal. ]

You keep the booze coming and I'll find your guy. Or girl, you know, whatever.

[foo_bar]

[something crashes in his room.

and then he can hear a clunk. and the roll of wheels.

and then]

Yah?

[foo_bar]

[he reaches out to shake his hand, firm.]

This is the best deal I could ask for. And in the mean time, we'll... work... on the kidnapping part. No promises.

[swordsinternally]

[ That.... certainly is a sound, isn't it? ]

It's me, Emiya. I just wanted to ask something real quick.

[foo_bar]

[he opens the door-- and his hair is a little mussed.]

Okay. Yes. Come in.

AFTER DA WALL

[newhire]

[After all that insanity at the wall, she can't... not say anything.]

Hey... about earlier.



...thanks. You really helped.

[She was all a-panic, even with Light Preparation.]

[donotlick]

You scratch my back, I scratch yours. We'll call it even... minus the kidnapping part.

[ He shakes his hand, nice and tight, even offers an obviously fake smile. 'No promises' huh. ]

I still don't trust you, but I got an android who can taste-test for poison, so I'm sure you won't try anything funny.

Not that you strike me as the killing type, but it sounds like your pal Hale might not be as Canadian as you are.

[swordsinternally]

[ That... certainly is a thing. Of course, Shirou does enter, looking a little awkward himself. ]

It's probably not too important, but I was wondering if it would be possible to borrow the kitchen at some point. It's not that I don't like the food here, it's just... rather... I need to keep my cooking skills sharp so that Sakura doesn't surpass me while I'm gone.

[foo_bar]

[he's clumsy sometimes.]

Sakura? Cooking?

Like, cookie in a mug style cooking?

[foo_bar]

We're a polite bunch, us Canadians.

But honestly? Not trusting everyone you see is probably a smart idea. I'm just banking on if you're the one I think he's got spying, that he's not already giving you the good stuff.