you magnificent fuck up (
apostatised) wrote2009-10-09 11:13 pm
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[log] worth noting that i also have a lot of pictures of people who haven't been murdered
The first time the notion came up in any sort of seriousness was months ago, when Master Snape went missing (and later turned up, hale and hearty as ever - which is to say, not very). He'd had to go to Grif in order to find someone who could manage with this technological bullshit, and while ultimately it had still been pointless, the fact remained that it would be to Martel's benefit to have someone around who knew what in God's name they were doing around these things.
And has remained.
And remained.
And continued to be ignored.
And so on, and so forth - until the purchase of the house in Savannah was finalized, and then it became somewhat more necessary as well as practical. Martel found himself an enterprising young gentleman to keep track of whatever he needed keeping track of, paid him well and- has largely ignored him and his work. If we're honest. Ewar keeps better track of the dutiful weekly reports than Martel does, but Ewar enjoys responsibility (not to mention opportunities to learn) and Martel enjoys delegation (not to mention time for his priorities), so it works out neatly for all involved.
Speaking of those dutiful reports, though, this one is slightly more interesting.
He adds it to the assorted orders that become 'Ewar's problem' (tell him to find out who it was, will you?) and is not expecting much of interest to come of it when he gets back, a few days later, a name.
'Tom'.
"Oh, for God's sake," he mutters, faintly amused. It's a good thing he was on his way into the nexus already.
And has remained.
And remained.
And continued to be ignored.
And so on, and so forth - until the purchase of the house in Savannah was finalized, and then it became somewhat more necessary as well as practical. Martel found himself an enterprising young gentleman to keep track of whatever he needed keeping track of, paid him well and- has largely ignored him and his work. If we're honest. Ewar keeps better track of the dutiful weekly reports than Martel does, but Ewar enjoys responsibility (not to mention opportunities to learn) and Martel enjoys delegation (not to mention time for his priorities), so it works out neatly for all involved.
Speaking of those dutiful reports, though, this one is slightly more interesting.
He adds it to the assorted orders that become 'Ewar's problem' (tell him to find out who it was, will you?) and is not expecting much of interest to come of it when he gets back, a few days later, a name.
'Tom'.
"Oh, for God's sake," he mutters, faintly amused. It's a good thing he was on his way into the nexus already.
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Initially he was tracking Lourdes. Digging up her new name lead him to Martel - which he inspected and then promptly moved on from, having the initial reaction of God, this asshole before canning the session. He wasn't doing anything sinister, it's just something of an unavoidable compulsion to look up everyone he interacts with.
Bruce is 'hiding' in plain sight this time, sitting on a small semi-circle sofa with a laptop in a bustling but otherwise mellow corner of the Nexus, mug of tea nearby. He's still experimenting with the interface, and it's possible this will go in indefinitely; the possibilities seem endless and branch out into functions he only thought possible in bad alien movies. He is, in short, almost completely engrossed in what he's doing.
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He doesn't come across Bruce until the tail end of one of these, leaving a meeting that he'd brought forward a day, and he very nearly keeps on walking. Not because he doesn't notice him - he does - but because a long day doesn't necessarily need to get any longer. Curiosity, though, will always get its cat (and he wonders what was being looked for, in the first place).
"Hello, again."
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No such luck.
Bruce doesn't say anything, and just looks at him.
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"Were you looking for something in particular?" he inquires, instead, neatly sidestepping the issue of making accusations - at most he seems mildly curious, blandly friendly.
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He wonders briefly how technologically capable this man is - half the time he looks like he walked out of a RenFaire - but figures he must have connections, especially since the same related data pinged when he found the correct world. It's too much of a coincidence for him to think nothing of. He picks up his tea and takes a sip.
"Should I have been?"
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"You'd have been looking in the wrong place if it had anything to do with me," he says, mildly. "As it is I should thank you for giving an underworked young man something to do with his afternoon."
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... Outside the Nexus.
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"Of course. And will you be occupying his hours again, do you think? For my reference."
Their conversations wouldn't make any sense outside of the nexus.
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There is something permanently standoffish about 'Tom', and it's clear he thinks Martel has done something deliberate to bait him from the way he watches him with very specific suspicion.
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"Mmmn, it was strange," he says, not quite musing, "considering your pronounced lack of interest."
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... And yet he's still eying Martel like it's his fault. His story makes sense - Bruce only inspected Martel's data long enough to confirm who he was, and then discarded the trail immediately.
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"It wouldn't be the first time," he notes, with that in mind.
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(He doesn't say he does intend to pass the same thing onto the other man in question, but it's only a reasonable precaution.)
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It must be par for the course, here.
Bruce finishes his tea, and goes back to work.