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[shadows appears before jason, from which emerges cetus. when they speak, their voice has an odd, almost muffled quality to it.]
How may I be of assistance?
How may I be of assistance?
[ the line picks up! ]
Aquila. What can I help you with?
Aquila. What can I help you with?
[He frowns about the shadow crap for, like, the hundredth time. He's rubbing his brows with the back of his thumb, but drops his hand once Cetus is in place.]
Customer service, right? Look, I'm not great at small talk, so I'll cut to the chase: I have a request.
Customer service, right? Look, I'm not great at small talk, so I'll cut to the chase: I have a request.
[with a tilt of their head:]
I can't guarantee it'll be fulfilled, but we will of course always hear out a guest's request, at least. What is it?
I can't guarantee it'll be fulfilled, but we will of course always hear out a guest's request, at least. What is it?
[a thoughtful hum]
... Well, that seems a little contradictory. What other kind of proof would you expect, in that case?
... Well, that seems a little contradictory. What other kind of proof would you expect, in that case?
[thats for me to know and you to find out
anyway, there's a sound like a laugh.]
Depends on the questions. If you're gonna ask me "how much do I get paid" - that's a non disclosure - or "why'd that movie thing not have any knives in it," --I don't know, it's not like it's my job to create movies, I just work here -- or "hey can I see behind your curtain" -- no, at least wine and dine me first -- then it gets kinda repetitive.
But, maybe you've got somethin' new for me?
anyway, there's a sound like a laugh.]
Depends on the questions. If you're gonna ask me "how much do I get paid" - that's a non disclosure - or "why'd that movie thing not have any knives in it," --I don't know, it's not like it's my job to create movies, I just work here -- or "hey can I see behind your curtain" -- no, at least wine and dine me first -- then it gets kinda repetitive.
But, maybe you've got somethin' new for me?
[His brows furrow. He glances around, but it's contemplative.]
Let him write something. In his own handwriting. Doesn't have to be a sentence. Doesn't even have to be a word. A letter. Only something he'd know. The two people he told me to get a message to before. Their initials. He'll know.
Let him write something. In his own handwriting. Doesn't have to be a sentence. Doesn't even have to be a word. A letter. Only something he'd know. The two people he told me to get a message to before. Their initials. He'll know.
[There is an energy here that is kind of longingly familiar, and Jason actually considers legitimately hanging up. "Aquila" probably doesn't help. HE REALLY DOES THINK ABOUT HANGING UP.
So there is this awkwardly long pause before he clears his throat.]
I'm not so great at small talk actually. Most of the time, I put a gun in your face and tell you that you have three seconds to answer whatever question I ask next.
So there is this awkwardly long pause before he clears his throat.]
I'm not so great at small talk actually. Most of the time, I put a gun in your face and tell you that you have three seconds to answer whatever question I ask next.
[they seem to be thinking over this.]
Okay. Expect something within the next few days. No eyes or ears involved, I assure you.
Okay. Expect something within the next few days. No eyes or ears involved, I assure you.
Well, good news is, you're on the phone, so you can't do that!
[ oh, they're definitely laughing now, but it's teasing, and very playful. ] Can pretend there's a gun in my face if you want? Oh, no, help. Someone, help. I'll do anything.
[ that last bit is delivered very dryly and flatly, and dissolves after, returning to something more normal and definitely amused. ]
In all seriousness, we can trade questions. Might make it easier.
[ oh, they're definitely laughing now, but it's teasing, and very playful. ] Can pretend there's a gun in my face if you want? Oh, no, help. Someone, help. I'll do anything.
[ that last bit is delivered very dryly and flatly, and dissolves after, returning to something more normal and definitely amused. ]
In all seriousness, we can trade questions. Might make it easier.
[with a lightly confused tone,]
Why would we argue about proving that the hostages are real?
Why would we argue about proving that the hostages are real?
[My GOD.] Oka-- Ok-- Okay, stop! First of all, I did not call a porn line, and also that is so far from any of my kinks. [He almost hangs up for a completely different reason this time.]
Fine. I have one business question first: do you know how long we're going to be here?
Fine. I have one business question first: do you know how long we're going to be here?
Well... if I hemmed and hawed, wouldn't you just accuse us of lying?
[please know this mod has been hoping you would tag aquila
who is just laughing openly this time, clearly very pleased with themselves. terrible. it's more teasing bully than anything else. ]
Oops. [ wow. ] To answer your question, some people've been in a situation like this for two weeks. Some people've been in it for eight. Then there's you, for just a week, and you've already been here longer than that. You could make an educated guess, probably?
who is just laughing openly this time, clearly very pleased with themselves. terrible. it's more teasing bully than anything else. ]
Oops. [ wow. ] To answer your question, some people've been in a situation like this for two weeks. Some people've been in it for eight. Then there's you, for just a week, and you've already been here longer than that. You could make an educated guess, probably?
Sure. But I'd probably accuse you of lying about a lot of things anyway.
[Well, now he isn't sure what to do with himself. A lot of Jason's problem is he is ready for resistance because it's familiar, and he expects it. So when he does not get that... then what?! THEN WHAT?!]
...Thanks, I guess. Maybe I should save it until I get what I asked for.
[Well, now he isn't sure what to do with himself. A lot of Jason's problem is he is ready for resistance because it's familiar, and he expects it. So when he does not get that... then what?! THEN WHAT?!]
...Thanks, I guess. Maybe I should save it until I get what I asked for.
[STOP he hates this grayson fucker whoever it is]
Okay, you smarmy fuck. You talk real big over the phone. [He does not actually sound angry, though, just very exasperated.] I'm going to bank on eight weeks, maybe twelve because I don't trust your boss not to want us to be miserable for fun.
[He considers being mean and asking more useless and nosy questions to continue burning all of his bridges everywhere.]
What made you want to work here?
Okay, you smarmy fuck. You talk real big over the phone. [He does not actually sound angry, though, just very exasperated.] I'm going to bank on eight weeks, maybe twelve because I don't trust your boss not to want us to be miserable for fun.
[He considers being mean and asking more useless and nosy questions to continue burning all of his bridges everywhere.]
What made you want to work here?
[JASON YOU NEED HELP]
No need for thanks. We're just carrying out our responsibilities as staff, for better or for worse.
No need for thanks. We're just carrying out our responsibilities as staff, for better or for worse.
[ would that deter aquila.... :thonk:
the grin remains in their voice, but they huff a bit. ] That isn't a bad assessment.
[ though, they don't specify which of those things they think is a good one... why would they. they click their tongue. ]
My turn to ask a question, yeah? You're bad at small talk. [ he already said that ] Tell me about yourself. Something you like doing.
the grin remains in their voice, but they huff a bit. ] That isn't a bad assessment.
[ though, they don't specify which of those things they think is a good one... why would they. they click their tongue. ]
My turn to ask a question, yeah? You're bad at small talk. [ he already said that ] Tell me about yourself. Something you like doing.
We signed a non disclosure agreement, so you are correct in that I'm not at liberty to discuss the finer details of my employment.
[He sucks his teeth in the phone, but then when he says the next part, the phone is kind of away a bit like he's--what? Ranting to himself or something.] Stop dodging my questions, you jackasses! [It's fine. He's good. His voice comes back into the phone more.]
Why are you saying it like that? I like shooting bad guys.
[He's bad at small talk.]
Why are you saying it like that? I like shooting bad guys.
[He's bad at small talk.]
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