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dualislogs2019-07-08 07:07 pm
helpdesk_hero) wrote in dualislogs2019-07-08 07:07 pm
All Work and No Play
Who: David Alleyne, OTA
What: Explorations, Investigations, and... Grocery Shopping?
Where: Television Station, Dorms Area, Local Grocery Store
When: Early to Mid July
Warnings: None, Will Update as Needed
Investigations
This wasn't what he'd expected to be doing, when he'd first woken up upon arrival. Of course he hadn't expected a lot of things other than his life being more complicated after the New Year's Eve party. However, he had agreed to help Hank, and that meant David was trying to follow the path to answers that Hank had outlined. With no real access to bomb details that meant the broadcast source, the television stations. It had taken a few days for him to pinpoint a starting location, especially since David kept getting inexplicably lost for someone with as much skill at finding paths as he had. Still, getting to a place didn't mean he immediately had a route in. Which meant David was looking at the building from a cafe across the street, casing it for how to get in.
Explorations
'Tattoos Inside! Get Ink and Fabulous Powers At the Same Time!'
It was an advertisement that David assumed had to do with the voucher he'd received on arrival, but that didn't mean he knew quite what to do with the claim. He had looked a few times at the scant number of examples on the poster, but all of it seemed so... impossible. A tattoo to allow you to fling fireballs? Who's ever heard of such a thing. Surely the infection you could get would be horrible too. And yet he's seen so many people here with things like this.
And part of him... part of David longs for what he sees. To be useful again, in a new way. Wasn't that what he'd wanted for years?
"Dammit," he curses under his breath.
Shopping
It's been the worst week, and frankly? David deserves a bit of an indulgence. His new job sucks almost as hard as his old one, he hasn't made nearly as much investigation progress as he would have wanted, and frankly? He's getting tired of the food in the dorms.
One of these he can solve. One of these he is solving, and doing it by a grocery trip. HE has all the skills and knowledge of an award willing chef. Like hell he isn't going to use them for some comfort. Which in this case means David going around a grocery store to get ingredients. A simple pasta primavera should be lovely, and that means carefully considering produce and cheese. And since he doesn't want to mess with it, a nice crusty bread for the side.
What: Explorations, Investigations, and... Grocery Shopping?
Where: Television Station, Dorms Area, Local Grocery Store
When: Early to Mid July
Warnings: None, Will Update as Needed
Investigations
This wasn't what he'd expected to be doing, when he'd first woken up upon arrival. Of course he hadn't expected a lot of things other than his life being more complicated after the New Year's Eve party. However, he had agreed to help Hank, and that meant David was trying to follow the path to answers that Hank had outlined. With no real access to bomb details that meant the broadcast source, the television stations. It had taken a few days for him to pinpoint a starting location, especially since David kept getting inexplicably lost for someone with as much skill at finding paths as he had. Still, getting to a place didn't mean he immediately had a route in. Which meant David was looking at the building from a cafe across the street, casing it for how to get in.
Explorations
'Tattoos Inside! Get Ink and Fabulous Powers At the Same Time!'
It was an advertisement that David assumed had to do with the voucher he'd received on arrival, but that didn't mean he knew quite what to do with the claim. He had looked a few times at the scant number of examples on the poster, but all of it seemed so... impossible. A tattoo to allow you to fling fireballs? Who's ever heard of such a thing. Surely the infection you could get would be horrible too. And yet he's seen so many people here with things like this.
And part of him... part of David longs for what he sees. To be useful again, in a new way. Wasn't that what he'd wanted for years?
"Dammit," he curses under his breath.
Shopping
It's been the worst week, and frankly? David deserves a bit of an indulgence. His new job sucks almost as hard as his old one, he hasn't made nearly as much investigation progress as he would have wanted, and frankly? He's getting tired of the food in the dorms.
One of these he can solve. One of these he is solving, and doing it by a grocery trip. HE has all the skills and knowledge of an award willing chef. Like hell he isn't going to use them for some comfort. Which in this case means David going around a grocery store to get ingredients. A simple pasta primavera should be lovely, and that means carefully considering produce and cheese. And since he doesn't want to mess with it, a nice crusty bread for the side.
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"You're right. Sometimes a cop can't help you. Sometimes it's the fuckface friend you make that's constantly shit-eating-grinning at you after they pull a fuckin' stunt."
Hank, though, is still a cop.
"And I am happy to be their filthy pig. I'd rather it be me than somebody that'd be strong armin' them for money. The balance works. You got your helping helpers. And you got your calculated risks."
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Shit-eating-grin that pulls a fucking stunt. David frowns. Wow how that reminds him of Tommy. Of Josh. Neither of whom he has around. Makes him feel a bit nervous to think about them. He doesn't want to fall back into his PTSD.
"Life is about calculated risks. Dealing with you is one of mine."
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"Yeah, that's what working with a cop usually is for most of those guys, too. I really do just wanna make everything a little bit better. Still not sure what 'better' is here yet. The Head's not making a great impression."
But the terrorists aren't either.
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"This is my turn. I'm heading back to the dorms. You want escorted there?"
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"I did figure out where a lot of the commercial detonators are sold. Got me a list of low level employees and places where they're used legally to check out. Whoever was responsible never got caught on the weird instagram lookin' site. I got fuckin' sick of the festival tag but I did a pretty good search. And there's no previous recorded history of any rival AIs. Or of rivals at all. The history is pretty bullshit."
He claps his hands and points at David with them held together. "Thought that was somethin' you should probably know."
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"Where and when? If it's now, I'll go with you. I'm more than halfway decent at picking up the signs of lying."
And he will help Hank, because yeah, David hasn't exactly got another thing to do.
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Because he is worried. He doesn't want this kid to break, and he looks like he is, here alone and drifting. Or even home and drifting.
He doesn't want to see David become anything near as fucked up as him.
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It's a meme back home, but David doesn't know if it's also like that in Detriot where Hank is. When Hank is. But it's definitely his way of saying there was no way he was going to take any.