10-18-2015, 02:24 AM
After that short phone call, Alexander had thought through what little advice he’d been given about dealing with something like this. Don’t go to the Chantry, and by extension he includes the Warehouse. Try not to use Ginger? Well, that’s no longer an issue. At least until he gets a new phone to use and Grace works her magic on it. It had crossed his mind that he could avoid heading home, but would that be too much of a giveaway? Too much of a change in pattern? Once this current disaster is over, he’d have to put more thought into what he’ll do if this happens again. Assuming that he survives this disaster. No, he doesn’t change his pattern that much. Not yet.
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October 13th
Most of the morning had been taken up by paperwork. Some actual, literal, paper, but a lot more of the electronic variety. But it was taking an age. Whatever had been screwing up the network was back with a vengeance, and he’s sat at his desk. One elbow rests on the desk, the hand resting under his chin and propping up his head. The other hand? Its fingers repeatedly drum on the desk while he watches the little hourglass fill up, turn over, fill up, turn over…
The excitement is interrupted by the phone calling. One of the desk officers, asking him to come down. If he hadn’t been staring at the little hourglass for quite so long, it might have struck him as odd that no reason was given. If he hadn’t been so bored, the interruption might not have been quite so welcome. Alexander takes a swig of now-cold coffee from the mug on his desk, locks the PC and heads to the front counter.
The officer on the desk turns at the sound of Alexander’s appearance behind him, and the two of them exchange nods. They know of each other, simply acquaintances, but their respective duties mean that they don’t cross each other’s paths often.
A friend of yours came to say hello.
The officer introduces the strange woman on the other side of the counter, but it’s not a face that Alexander recognises. Hell, the sensation of things being torn apart as he walked through the door wasn’t one he recognises, or finds particularly pleasant. There’s a slight catch as he sees the woman leaning against the desk, one he hopes could be put down to his not recognising this ‘friend’. It’s too late to about-face now, too late to disappear back into the rear of the station. Too late to get away from an Awakened who appears to have asked for him by name. Maybe the woman who called yesterday? Well, wasn’t that just great.
Alexander takes the remaining few steps to his side of the counter, trying hard to put his best poker face on.
“Can I help you?”
It quickly becomes obvious to the other officer that this is no acquaintance of Alexander, certainly now out-of-town friend stopping by to catch up. There’s a quiet throat clearing and he makes himself scarce.
Officer Brandt @ 12:29AM
[Awareness?]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Officer Brandt @ 12:30AM
[And I know what you are, but can I keep a poker face? So much the WP]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 8) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
jamie @ 12:31AM
[don't hurt yourself, dude]
jamie @ 12:35AM
[oh right. WITNESSED.]
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October 13th
Most of the morning had been taken up by paperwork. Some actual, literal, paper, but a lot more of the electronic variety. But it was taking an age. Whatever had been screwing up the network was back with a vengeance, and he’s sat at his desk. One elbow rests on the desk, the hand resting under his chin and propping up his head. The other hand? Its fingers repeatedly drum on the desk while he watches the little hourglass fill up, turn over, fill up, turn over…
The excitement is interrupted by the phone calling. One of the desk officers, asking him to come down. If he hadn’t been staring at the little hourglass for quite so long, it might have struck him as odd that no reason was given. If he hadn’t been so bored, the interruption might not have been quite so welcome. Alexander takes a swig of now-cold coffee from the mug on his desk, locks the PC and heads to the front counter.
The officer on the desk turns at the sound of Alexander’s appearance behind him, and the two of them exchange nods. They know of each other, simply acquaintances, but their respective duties mean that they don’t cross each other’s paths often.
A friend of yours came to say hello.
The officer introduces the strange woman on the other side of the counter, but it’s not a face that Alexander recognises. Hell, the sensation of things being torn apart as he walked through the door wasn’t one he recognises, or finds particularly pleasant. There’s a slight catch as he sees the woman leaning against the desk, one he hopes could be put down to his not recognising this ‘friend’. It’s too late to about-face now, too late to disappear back into the rear of the station. Too late to get away from an Awakened who appears to have asked for him by name. Maybe the woman who called yesterday? Well, wasn’t that just great.
Alexander takes the remaining few steps to his side of the counter, trying hard to put his best poker face on.
“Can I help you?”
It quickly becomes obvious to the other officer that this is no acquaintance of Alexander, certainly now out-of-town friend stopping by to catch up. There’s a quiet throat clearing and he makes himself scarce.
Officer Brandt @ 12:29AM
[Awareness?]
Roll: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 3 )
Officer Brandt @ 12:30AM
[And I know what you are, but can I keep a poker face? So much the WP]
Roll: 3 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 8) ( success x 2 ) [WP]
jamie @ 12:31AM
[don't hurt yourself, dude]
jamie @ 12:35AM
[oh right. WITNESSED.]