maskormenace | 009 | religieuse

[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.]

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[A shrug was better than nothing, better than argument otherwise. He'd take it without complaint. He felt far more at ease now, as though some small floodgate had been opened between them. Paranoid worries of staying here were just paranoia. He felt better about that now. Felt more firm on his feet. Reminders of Abigail hurt. Hurt could, after the fact, make whatever was impacted all the stronger.]

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.]

Oh, certainly. The inpatient wing is limited, you must understand -- while the structural building has been completed, the Containment Centers are... A work in progress.

[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?

[Chilton receives shifting eyes and the tiniest hint of a smile at his reflection. Nicely played. So bold, though Will expected nothing less from that feisty feisty tongue.]

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.]

Since we opened the outpatient wing, back in November. We had to work outwards, you know -- my office, the lobby, to accommodate my current imPort patients, then the outpatient wing for the locals, then the inpatient... Well.

[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.]

[He's quiet as he follows, clearly listening even when he looks around at the facilities. His eyes are nowhere near Chilton when what sounds, almost, like justification hits his ears and has him turning to look at Chilton, eyebrow raised.]

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.]

Oh, you know -- Reggie, Doctor Quinzel, Hemali. I try to staff with imPorts, but much of the nursing and therapist roles are local citizens.

[The way he says therapist indicates that they possess only a Masters.]

Why? Looking for a new job? A change in career?

[A bitter, short laugh escapes. Good one, pal.]

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]

I do not?

[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.]

I plan to support her continuing career. Have dinner ready when she gets home, laundry done, fix leaks. All that.

[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.]

Supportive of you.

[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.

[Absofreakinglutely. To hell with that limelight, others who wanted it, who craved it, could bask in it and he'd be more than content in the shadows.

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.]

[Chilton offered a smile -- cautious, yet sincere, as he still has lingering frets regarding how he stands with Will Graham -- and inclined his head out of the office and towards the hallway.

A tour of the outpatient area, then coffee. The promise of a quiet, uneventful day.]

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