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[alittlesweptup]

As apparently no one else is going to do it:

We're running missions to go digging dirt on the UE's past, but we need people to be doing info gathering here as well. Meaning we ought to have someone(s) go meet with this timeline's version of the Initiative to get as much information as possible. I know we're all feeling very cozy at the moment, but let's not pretend that it can't or won't change at the drop of a hat. Fortifying ourselves in bunkers isn't going to do us much good if we don't know what we're supposed to be defending against in the first place

Now as Christ knows I can't do it (I think we're all more than aware of what my version of diplomacy consists of), that means we need a set of proper volunteers - preferably with experience in this sort of field. If you or anyone you know might be suited to it, speak up so you can find one another and get a bloody away team wrangled

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[hyanaimne]

[she catches and it gives it a look like it might bite her.

Because for all she knows it might do that, what the hell even is this? She holds it between two fingers and holds it up, giving it a curious look]

Well, yes . . . of course you would owe me one. [she glances over to Charlie again] I am an expensive woman, fair warning.

[alittlesweptup]

[That gets a sharp, deeply self-satisfied sort of grin out of him. Charlie gives her an arch look, all quirked eyebrows and irritating levels of smug.]

I don't doubt it, but I'm apparently fuck off rich in this universe these days.

[hyanaimne]

[she barely resists sticking her tongue. But just barely]

My, are you really?

[alittlesweptup]

Well I didn't get this flat by prostituting myself, if that's what you've been thinking.

[Yeah, best to keep that tongue in check.]

[hyanaimne]

I think you're a bit too old to do that anyway, dear.

[like she ever keeps anything in check]

[alittlesweptup]

Aren't male prostitutes supposed to have a longer shelf life?

[Not that he'd know anything about that. --Charlie takes another sip of his tea, lifting his eyebrows in her direction.]

In any case, just say the word when you need a favor done. You know I'll be good for it.

[hyanaimne]

[she stares at him for a moment, then can't help but burst into laughter. While she may try to come off cool and all that, she really does have the mentality of a teenaged boy]

Please do not speak of favors after we just spoke of male prostitutes.

[alittlesweptup]

Oi, you're the one who brought it up with all your talk of being an expensive woman. [He sniffs at her, all mock offense. Honestly, she's such a bloody child.]

[hyanaimne]

You brought up prostitution in the first place! [Charlie pls]

[alittlesweptup]

[No Tempest pls]

Alright, alright. Piss off, you.

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head, entirely amused]

I was joking about being an expensive woman, anyway. At least in this instance.

[alittlesweptup]

Mmhmm, I'm sure you were. [He drains his cup. It's all thick sugar at the bottom - sticks to his tongue and the roof of his mouth, sickly sweet.]

Tell me that after you've been traipsing about this hell hole doing my errands for me.

[hyanaimne]

You are not hiring me, yes? So I'm not. But if you were . . .

[she grins] I like traispsing about this hell hole sometimes. So I do not mind so much.

[alittlesweptup]

In that case forget I ever said anything about owing you. Happy to hear you'll do it out of the kindness of your heart. How charitable of you, love.

[Given how his career as 'bad man' and 'politician' have both gone absolutely nowhere, he might as well stick to what he's been doing best as of late - i.e., giving Tempest shit.]

[hyanaimne]

[at least, she gives as good as she gets]

My, do you think I would let you out of owing me? The only kindness I have is that my favor won't be too ridiculous when I ask you of it.

[alittlesweptup]

No, sorry, you've already said you enjoy roving around performing menial tasks. You can't take that back; I've given you a gift with this.

[Smug motherfucker.]

[hyanaimne]

I never said you would not owe me, though, dear. Nice try.

[alittlesweptup]

[He waves her off, makes a dismissive noise low in his throat.]

Alright, alright. Sod off. Are you done with your bloody tea yet so I can oust you from my flat?

[hyanaimne]

My, how rude of you.

[this time she doesn't resist the urge to stick out her tongue] Yes, I am done. You can oust me.

[alittlesweptup]

A bit, yeah. But as nice as playing host to you is, I've apparently thing to accomplish this afternoon.

[Hard to be the one whipping the whole damn place into shape; no wonder Saul Goodman was so miserably bad at this job - it isn't one that's terribly rewarding, is it?]

[hyanaimne]

[it isn't, which is why you will never see Tempest doing anything remotely like that. And, well, it's against her nature and all.

She stands up and straightens her clothes]

Of course, as do I. I will speak you later, I suppose?

[alittlesweptup]

[And you think it's in his? Christ, Charlie is fundamentally the opposite of a politician despite what he might be playing at these days.

He gravitates toward the door, in no real hurry.]

Yeah, of course. Can't keep away from you, darling.

[hyanaimne]

[she rounds the table to follow, also in no real hurry]

I hope you are not saying that as if it is a bad thing, dear.

[alittlesweptup]

No, of course not. You're charming as anything. Cute as a button - or a baby rabbit.

[He graces her with a charming, smug bastard sort of grin and cuffs her shoulder with his knuckles as he shows her to the door.]

[hyanaimne]

[she slows down a bit to stare at him, because what the hell, Charlie]

A baby rabbit.