[ After the trial had died down, McBurn made good on his plans to head straight to sleep - though there was a slight delay when he had to make a brief passing to take his invitation. But at least he had it.
The next day, well...he slept most of the day as well. He's already done so much that week, more than he'd planned.
But when nightfall comes, he'll extricate himself from his room, and make a point to avoid everyone else. He's not in the mood for socializing - hardly is, really - and now that this is all coming to an end...there's really no more need for him to play nice or have much to do with them.
McBurn does have an intention to speak shortly with someone today, and only that one person if he can help it. So he's coming upon the Conductor's Office (not her cabin...unless he has to knock to see if she's in there instead!) Then he'll knock on the door.
For once, he'll even say something to announce his presence. ]
...It looks like something from a Weftland. I can't say I know what it does.
[A pause.]
Oh, a protest. Protests are normal at Floating Parliament, but there was an incident. No details given to me, but the lodgings you were meant to be housed in were damaged as a result.
Of course, ever since the Empress untethered the whole of Parliament from London. The Perpetual Protest is always there, between people who want their laws or ideas to be enacted. People who think the parliamentary system is still effective in this day and age.
[Shrug]
It's mostly about ridiculous issues, frankly. Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake, and the bill doesn't even pass committee!
[ "Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake"...he's looking like he just doesn't believe it. In the face of stars, universe time-space warping shit where people have blipped out of existence, memory fuckery, people whose hours can be taken away on a whim, and such...this is what causes the most bewildered look to appear on his face. ]
They should just decide things by fighting each other. It'd make it all go faster.
[ He rises to his feet; before he says he's leaving...anything unusual about the office if he takes an actual glance around, or no? He figures it doesn't matter since they're about to arrive to the Empress', but it can't hurt to take a look. ]
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:11 pm (UTC)The next day, well...he slept most of the day as well. He's already done so much that week, more than he'd planned.
But when nightfall comes, he'll extricate himself from his room, and make a point to avoid everyone else. He's not in the mood for socializing - hardly is, really - and now that this is all coming to an end...there's really no more need for him to play nice or have much to do with them.
McBurn does have an intention to speak shortly with someone today, and only that one person if he can help it. So he's coming upon the Conductor's Office (not her cabin...unless he has to knock to see if she's in there instead!) Then he'll knock on the door.
For once, he'll even say something to announce his presence. ]
Anybody in?
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:13 pm (UTC)She, meanwhile, doesn't look like she's had much sleep.]
Yes?
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:17 pm (UTC)[ Stating the obvious. ]
Anyway, thought I'd like to have a little chat.
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:35 pm (UTC)[Gestures to come in.]
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Date: 2019-08-11 08:42 pm (UTC)Not really gonna take long. [ ... ] When we arrive, what're you planning on doing?
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Date: 2019-08-11 09:42 pm (UTC)...I don't know. Normally, I take days and begin my next assignment afterwards. Do some client work while I wait.
[She folds her arms.]
Who knows, now.
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Date: 2019-08-11 10:22 pm (UTC)[ He'll let out a yawn at that, and see if there's a table or desk to put his feet up on because what are manners. ]
It just took someone holding your heart to throw everything into question because it's your one and only weak point, huh?
[ He saw the exchange between her and Caleb, following the item taken out of his pocket just like that. Then the suddenly compliance. ]
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Date: 2019-08-11 10:25 pm (UTC)[She looks away.]
Clearly that figment wasn't done with me. I knew I shouldn't have gone to that place. But I had little choice.
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Date: 2019-08-11 10:36 pm (UTC)[ That's like, one of his two guesses, at the very least. ]
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Date: 2019-08-11 10:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-12 12:13 am (UTC)[ Which reminds him, he's going to take out the syringe he just got from the Bazaar. ]
And what's the liquid in this do?
[ Look, he's not from this world. Though, he doubts it's something like another bomb at least. ]
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Date: 2019-08-12 12:24 am (UTC)[A pause.]
Oh, a protest. Protests are normal at Floating Parliament, but there was an incident. No details given to me, but the lodgings you were meant to be housed in were damaged as a result.
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Date: 2019-08-12 12:34 am (UTC)Maybe he should get another one too. He's full of great ideas, really. ]
Oh?
Protests have been normal since the Empress' rule?
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Date: 2019-08-12 12:38 am (UTC)[Shrug]
It's mostly about ridiculous issues, frankly. Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake, and the bill doesn't even pass committee!
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Date: 2019-08-12 12:46 am (UTC)[ "Entire months of squabbling over the name of sponge cake"...he's looking like he just doesn't believe it. In the face of stars, universe time-space warping shit where people have blipped out of existence, memory fuckery, people whose hours can be taken away on a whim, and such...this is what causes the most bewildered look to appear on his face. ]
That wasn't a joke?
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Date: 2019-08-12 12:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-08-12 01:09 am (UTC)[ He rises to his feet; before he says he's leaving...anything unusual about the office if he takes an actual glance around, or no? He figures it doesn't matter since they're about to arrive to the Empress', but it can't hurt to take a look. ]
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Date: 2019-08-12 01:15 am (UTC)[There is the hint of a smile on her face at that, though.]
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Date: 2019-08-12 01:18 am (UTC)[ A slight smirk on his lips there. ]
They don't seem to have much of that; or you. Should try it sometime.
[ Well, he's done here, so he's going to take his departure. ]
Think I'm gonna head out now. See ya.
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Date: 2019-08-12 01:25 am (UTC)Very well. Until later.