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maskormenace2017-02-02 07:31 pm
infomodder) wrote in maskormenace2017-02-02 07:31 pm
Entry tags:
- † april ludgate | janet snakehole,
- † daryl dixon | the angel,
- † frederick chilton | chief of staff!!,
- † hartley rathaway | the pied piper,
- † jacob taylor | the protector,
- † john watson | n/a,
- † mick rory | heat wave,
- † rincewind | n/a,
- † sasha blouse | n/a,
- † theon greyjoy | turncloak,
- † will graham | wolf trap
009 | religieuse | video
[The video opens on Will, in his usual plaid, with a stupid fishing hat (REEL WOMEN FISH) sat atop his head. It's old and worn enough to show he favors it, wrapped about his head with a fishing hook tucked along the bill. He's propped against a stool with a line of fake bait and various fish-y bits and bobs behind him...and a sign that says NOW HIRING INQUIRE WITHIN hung just so it's easy to see from the window outside and inside as well.]
It's been brought to my attention some of you might've been getting unasked for messages. About fish, or the ocean...anything alone those lines. [ha ha ha like fishing lines o man] Should be fixed by now. If it keeps up, just...give it a few days and it should stop.
[He makes a "what can you do" face and then looks to the sign like he forgot it was there. A nudge of his elbow makes it a more prominent focus.]
Getting ready to retire. I'll still own the shop, but I won't be working here any more. Looking for some people who need a steady paycheck and don't mind bugs. ImPorts get priority. If you want something from time to time, that's doable, too. Just let me know.
[As he goes to sign off, a furry head comes into view and gives the screen a big, tongues-out smile. Fantastic.]
It's been brought to my attention some of you might've been getting unasked for messages. About fish, or the ocean...anything alone those lines. [ha ha ha like fishing lines o man] Should be fixed by now. If it keeps up, just...give it a few days and it should stop.
[He makes a "what can you do" face and then looks to the sign like he forgot it was there. A nudge of his elbow makes it a more prominent focus.]
Getting ready to retire. I'll still own the shop, but I won't be working here any more. Looking for some people who need a steady paycheck and don't mind bugs. ImPorts get priority. If you want something from time to time, that's doable, too. Just let me know.
[As he goes to sign off, a furry head comes into view and gives the screen a big, tongues-out smile. Fantastic.]
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[But didn't they all? Wasn't that Baltimore?]
Regardless -- you seem to be. Coping.
[Not necessarily well, no, not in Chilton's professional opinion. But Will was surviving. The eternal thrust of this universe's whimsy had not stripped him naked of his humanity.]
Maybe I just should have mailed it?
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No. Mail loses things sometimes. Wouldn't want that. [He pats his pocket.] You couldn't see my reaction if you mailed it, either.
[Will raised an eyebrow in return, knowing but not upset. The mail was significantly less dramatic. Better to see to things in person.]
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I suppose so. Then I should say: good of you to come all this way.
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Good of you to invite me. [Dryly returned, though his smile was quite warm.] Am I getting the tour today?
[Where is his room? Ha-ha-ha.]
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[Not that Baelish and the man in black weren't interested in their final construction.]
You would probably prefer the outpatient wing. You are not used to that sort of lodging, after all, are you?
[He meant it to be a light reflection on their prior relationship; the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane didn't have outpatient rooms. Those were all indefinite sentences.]
... Maybe you would prefer to begin with Rincewind's office?
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I would. [Follow the leader, he can be good at that when he wants to.] How long has he had it? He's, ah. He has a very personal sense of decoration.
[What he means is Rincewind does extremely weird shit with his things and space. Not in a bad way, thank fuck, but uniquely enough Will takes notice. If ever a man made of Glitter is horribly murdered and drained of his glitter blood, that will be the only time Will Graham suspects Rincewind of doing someone a frighten.]
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[Everything came back to those little glass rooms.]
I think Rincewind is quite proud of it. He is the Pharmaceutical Administrator Assistant. [A beat.] You do not need a degree to hand them to people.
[But you needed a degree to write the papers that allowed them, that was his point. Even in this microcosm, manual labor was beneath Chilton.]
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Right. Plenty of jobs in the medical field can be done without degrees. [Matthew Brown had a BA in Adoring Murderers.] Who else is on your staff?
[That Will might know, he means. From their little superpowered population.]
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[The way he says therapist indicates that they possess only a Masters.]
Why? Looking for a new job? A change in career?
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You do not want me as an employee. [Any more than Will does not want his blood brother bff as a boss, he doesn't add, won't add, won't risk that rejection cutting too deeply.] Especially not...here.
[A moment's vulnerability covered up by wrinkling nose. Thanks but no thanks, good buddy.]
Nice, though.
[better lit compared to the baltimore hospital]
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[He looked Will over, his expression clearly not void of appreciation for Will's thing. His empathetic skill set. But Chilton was not Jack Crawford, and he wouldn't corner his friend into a proposition. He wouldn't run his empire like a man with nothing to lose.]
You likely have your own plans, I'm sure, for your retirement. With April.
[He had considered momentarily "forgetting" her name -- for effect -- but even Chilton had a limit regarding pettiness.]
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[Very enthralling plans of being the stay-at-home racoon dad. Hannibal Lecter's obsession just wanted to get away from the world and hang out with his dogs around the house, big shock there. The look on Will's face is all but daring Chilton to remark on it. Domesticated, tamed, whatever, anything.
Sure would be shame if anything cannibal-shaped came in and ruined everything.]
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[The usual cattiness that would accompany that statement was absent. It was what Will wanted to do, what he found stability in performing: support. Better that he help another than scald in the limelight himself.]
I imagine you will find yourself quite pleased with the daily routine.
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Retirement and shadows meant lots of downtime. Lots of downtime meant plenty of opportunity for new interests. It also meant plenty of time in case people other than April needed support, in advance or on the fly. Mounted elk heads are tricky fuckers like that.]
I imagine you're right. [Ah, the cool jolly breeze of "you're right" wafting out ever so casually.] Don't have a real daily routine just yet, though.
[He gestures forward, finally resolving himself to letting Chilton keep him however long he wants, for a full blown tour or just ten minutes, or a mix, or tea, or coffee...by your leave, Doctor.]
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A tour of the outpatient area, then coffee. The promise of a quiet, uneventful day.]