[closed] yeah yeah and I'm alright

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Date & Time: June 29 — July ∞
Location: Around Exsilium
Characters: Saul & TBA
Summary: A catch-all log for Saul's many business etc. meetings throughout the month, because otherwise there would be like a million logs up. Not even an exaggeration. An actual million.
Warnings: Drugs in Jesse's thread, violence in Coby's, sap in Effie's.

[Sometimes, the best way to get over something is to find a suitable distraction.

Since Saul's #1 distraction has always been work, he doesn't see why that can't be the case here as well — he may not technically be practicing law at the moment, but his skill set is undeniably useful. Extremely so. (As far as he's considered, anyway.) He doesn't need his own office or a secretary or a PI or a bodyguard to get plenty of shit done. He's Saul Goodman, for godssakes — what the hell good is he if he's not working?

His hands have been idle for too long, and look at where they've gotten him.

Devil's tools indeed.

So here he is, keeping busy. Training, doing business, drinking more coffee (and alcohol) than he probably should. Whatever works, right? Right.]

Comments

Sonya | June 29;

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[It took him until almost 5 o'clock to find a place whose coffee doesn't spectacularly suck — around 4:15 he was staring to think he might as well be looking for the Holy Grail itself — but he did it. He found a place. He'd have kissed the barista, if he were Saul's type.

Sonya had better appreciates his efforts.

The coffee shop is a little hole-in-the-wall place that Saul almost missed completely, a little further from the Hold than he usually strays, but it's worth the walk.

So he texts Sonya directions, settles into a fairly beat-up looking couch, wonders if this isn't actually someone's apartment, and waits.]

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[She wonders the same thing. Someone's apartment, or a little flophouse - but it could be a house of ill repute, and so long as the madam could get the coffee strong and without too much acid Sonya would be there every night.

Saul's lounging there, looking like he owns the place; she smiles to see that. It's nice to see him looking decently far away from death. So she swings in, drops her back, settles in next to him.]

Hey there.

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[Oh, he's looking much better — color in his cheeks and everything. And there's the old familiar smile, bright and on display as soon as he looks up and spots Sonya.

They probably have a lot to talk about, don't they?

And it's probably nothing he wants to talk about.

Ah, well.]

Hey.

KNOCK KNOCK, FOOL (july 2nd)

[hejhej]

[Saul's getting a surprise this morning with Lisbeth standing on the other side of his door. She knocks on the door before resting on her heels. Lisbeth has two travel mugs filled with coffee and a Tupperware container with the cinnamon rolls Jules made that morning for breakfast. She made sure no one else was in the apartment while she wrapped up all the things she had with her now.

Lisbeth also didn't want anyone to see her bright red roots that were showing. She was hiding them constantly from Jesse by making sure her head was under the pillow whenever they woke up and wore a beanie around the city constantly.

She pulls on the beanie before she knocks again on Saul's door.]

OH SHI—

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[Yeah, this is a surprise. Saul actually almost jumps when he sees who's standing on the other side of the door, because — well. What.

But he plays it cool, flashing a grin her way and leaning against the door frame oh-so-casually, arms folded.]

Wow. Didn't know Eminem had a sister. What's up?

[hejhej]

[She openly scowls at his remark before pushing past him and into his apartment. If he had any roommates, she really didn't care if they were there.]

Haven't seen you since the epidemic. I was hoping I wouldn't find a corpse.

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[She's in luck; neither Remy nor Lee are around at the moment. They rarely seem to be — ships passing in the night, those three.

Saul steps aside, then nudges the door shut with his foot. For a bachelor pad, their place is fairly neat. (Then again, it's also fairly empty. Not very lived-in.)

He smirks.]

Of course not. You know as well as I do that the dead reanimate 'round these parts. Anyway, no, I didn't die this time. Almost, though! Almost.

[hejhej]

[Thankfully, the Initiative likes things basic and similar so Lisbeth knows how to navigate his apartment. She places her things down on the kitchen counter, placing down one mug in front of her and another across from her. She's basically telling you to sit down, Saul.]

Don't die too much. Regeneration might lose its spark.

[There's a pause.] The coffee's black so fill it with what you like.

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[What an interesting development. Saul takes the hint and sits, but there's no use hiding the bemused, slightly pleased look on his face as he reaches for the sugar. She's feeding him? And not being threatening?

What.]

To what do I owe this pleasure?

[hejhej]

[She can totally be a nice person okay. He just had to earn it.]

To talk about what plans you might have for the thorn in our side.

[Lisbeth takes a sip of her coffee, staring at Saul over the top of the mug.]

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Which one?

[It's a legitimate question. He stares over the top of his own mug, eyebrows raised.]

If you mean Jesse, my plan is the same as it's been — keep my eye on him, be there when he needs me. If you mean the new thorn...

[He trails off.

He has no plan yet.]

[hejhej]

[Hm, she really should have specified.]

The new one. I can't do anything, but I'll sleep better at night if I know someone else might have something in mind.

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That's a bad idea. If there's one thing I know for sure right now, it's that.

[He sets the mug down and leans back in his chair.]

That is a bad idea.

[hejhej]

[She's opened up the container with the cinnamon rolls and is already stuffing half of one into her mouth. Lisbeth waits until she's swallowed it to speak.]

I want him dead, Saul. [Her tone is demanding, dark. It was different when they were just speaking hypothetically, but now that he was really here.

Well.]

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As do I.

[What a pleasant conversation to have over breakfast. He takes one of the rolls and stares at it.]

But there are about half a dozen other things I want right now that I can't have, so.

[Shrug.]

[hejhej]

[And she's not the type of person to be denied what she wants.

Too bad for him that Nill has it on her agenda.]

So we're just going to sit idly by?

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[Neither is Saul.

And yet.]

He said he was done. Out. Finished. Jesse believes him; I don't. But Jesse's been spending time with him and I haven't, and I'm — maybe stupidly — willing to take his word for it when he says Walter's acting like he really does think it's over. I don't know. I have to talk to him and evaluate the situation for myself.

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth stares at him before taking another sip of her coffee. She could give a shit if he's finished with the business or whatever. He could be absolutely apologetic for everything he's done; she doesn't care that she doesn't know the entire story.

All she cares about is protecting Jesse.]

He better not inspire another bender or I will break my promise.

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[Ditto.]

I don't know if that's a risk you should take. You personally, I mean. Jesse's defensive, protective, loyal to a fault. It's sickening.

[Also good breakfast conversation, made worse by the fact that he's actually eating the roll now.]

If Walter dies in a way that suggests one of us is behind it, we're all gonna be up to our necks in shit.

[hejhej]

I know. [It's an answer to both statements and it's muttered from behind her mug.

And she did think to herself that losing Jesse over her needs would be worse than letting Walter live.]

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[He's willing to let silence fall for a moment as they eat. It's a little weird, sitting here with her like this, but not unpleasant.

What's unpleasant is that he finds himself wishing she hadn't gotten caught up in all this in the first place.]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth has slowed eating, but she's still picking at her cinnamon roll.

Despite eating four earlier. The silence was deafening at first, but soon she feels that familiar high-pitched buzz in her ear that comes with a silence that's been settled for too long.]

Tell me more about Albuquerque.

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What about it?

[Saul's not sure whether she's looking for business talk or a slightly more personal discussion. In either case, he wouldn't have much to say aside from I miss it.]

DID SOMEONE SAY CAFFIENE - July 2nd

[curatesecrets]

[Artie comes knocking on Saul's door at a comfortable hour of the afternoon - around two-ish. enough time for him to have gotten business done if it needed doing]

[hejhej]

All of it. Personal, business, whatever there is to tell. I want to understand why this is such a shitshow.