[closed] if you believe there's nothing up his sleeve

[5055034455]

Date & Time: Late October
Location: Around the base
Characters: Saul & various
Summary: This is the log I promised everyone throughout the month and never put up oops. In which Saul holds various meetings!
Warnings: N/A; will be updated accordingly.

[CLOSED to the NPC crew; October 24th —

Saul has an idea.

His idea is what brings him to the area of the base he's sure other Transports don't frequent for funsies with a cup of coffee in hand. It's not his; it's a peace offering. Or maybe it's a bribe. More like both, actually.

He just hopes this works.

After searching for someone, anyone working for the Initiative, he knocks on the nearest surface with his free hand and calls, in sing-song:]

Yoo hoo!

*

[CLOSED to Kerrigan; October 28th —

A knock on her door, a note left behind:

Meet me in the cafeteria.
                              —Saul

And a steak, cooked medium rare, waiting for her when she shows up.

Saul must have a thing for women with weird hair.]

*

[CLOSED to Jesse, Mike, Skyler, Stephanie, and Lisbeth; October 29th —

Saul has another idea.

He's never held a meeting quite like this, but that's okay. He's prepared.

The VR room's been set up to look like a legitimate conference room, complete with conference table, a large screen on which he can put Important Information, and cozy virtual reality chairs. Also: carpeting. He felt that was an important detail.

This idea may or may not go over well.

Then again, things involving Walter White — even as the subject — rarely do.

He's positioned at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair with his feet up until everyone is present and accounted for. Then, he stands, bounces forward on his toes, claps his hands together, and grins.]

What a crowd.

[Except the mood is grim, so the smile doesn't last long.

And then he switches to business mode, wringing his hands momentarily and clearing his throat.]

Alright, so — let's just cut to the chase, shall we? The first of the month is but a few days away and we all know what that means, so it's time for us to figure out some kind of contingency plan in case you-know-who shows up again. Ready? Go!

Comments

for the W.W. task force

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[hostage]

[Guess who isn't volunteering to start. Jesse sinks down further in his chair, his hands under the table where they're picking nervously at the skin around his fingernails. His attention drifts from one person to another, lingering on Skyler for the longest before settling on Mike. He has a feeling he knows what Mike's suggestion will be. And Mike, of all people, has a right to decide. And Jesse wants to agree with him. But...]

[fullmeasure]

[everyone knows Mike's suggestion, which is why he isn't opening his mouth to suggest it. Especially not in front of two, possibly three people who may argue it into the ground. So he stays quiet instead, waiting for the one of the girls to speak up first. Skyler had the most say in this, after all]

[hejhej]

[Lisbeth fucking hates meetings, doesn't matter the topic at hand. Sitting next to Jesse, she's slouched in her chair, her legs crossed at her ankles. She watches everyone carefully; her eyes shift between Mike and the other woman in the room. Lisbeth has no idea how she plays into all of this, but no one is speaking up either.

Lisbeth breaks it.]

I'm assuming since we're getting together to think of something, the most obvious option is out of the question.

[launderer]

[She knows why this is being called. It's basically a vote on his life, and for once she doesn't know she feels about it. Jesse can't kill him. Whatever happens that's not what she wants for him. She's not really sure who the other woman is, but she knows Steph. She knows she's involved-- sort of.

When Lisbeth speaks up, she shakes her head.]

I'm not saying it isn't an option-- but Holly could be with him. [Her eyes look back at Jesse, seeing how he's taking this.]

And we don't know what he'll have on him.

[the_array_team]

[Vennett only glances up briefly from the computer screen he works at. The next set of mission requests had come in and his area is littered with maps, charts, books and scrawled notes. At the end of the table is a small frame, and an empty coffee pot. Saul may, in fact, have some supreme timing.]

T'crapper's two more doors down.

[Or maybe not.]

[5055034455]

[What a mess. The lack of organization gives Saul pause — where's Francesca when you need her? — but then he's grinning, head cocked in the direction of the bathroom.]

Yeah?

[He lifts his hand, indicating the cup of coffee. Wiggle wiggle.]

So I should go dump this in the toilet, then?

[the_array_team]

[It takes a bit, as some things do, for the scent to waft in after Saul. Vennett straightens up a bit.]

...

Downright unholy gibber y'babblin' over there. I'll sees some proper use for that if that's all y'got in mind.

[5055034455]

[That's better.

Saul takes a few steps inside, extending his arm to offer the cup Vennett's way.]

I should hope so, considering I brought it for you.

[the_array_team]

[He takes it, both eyebrows raised far enough to furrow his forehead deeply.]

That's a right proper move. [He lifts the cup once, a phantom toast before taking a deep sip.]

I figure y'got somethin' in mind, yeah?

[mathematician]

What is it?

[Lowell asks without looking to whomever is actually at the door. He's halfway underneath the large control panel, making a few adjustments once again to the Transporter.]

Whatever it is,

[Said, before actually waiting for the other to answer.]

Either I'm the wrong person to ask, or it can wait until I'm done.

[5055034455]

[Saul has to look around for the source of the voice before — ah, okay.]

I brought you some coffee.

[Nothing like getting straight to the point, eh?]

If you want, I can leave it...

[mathematician]

[Silence. Which is better than continued work, really, because it means Lowell's considering things.

And then he stands up, dusting himself off. He's got quite a bit of dust and black smudges on him.]

Alright. Fine. What is it?

[Don't mind him just... taking that coffee...]

[5055034455]

Hi.

[That's not an answer.

Neither is this:]

You've got a little, uh...

[As Saul gestures somewhere within the vicinity of his own cheek.]

[mathematician]

It's going to happen. I know. I don't care.

[Does he seem like the kind of guy who cares about having dirt on him? Well... yes. He does look like he would be.]

To the point?

[worldswillburn]

[Kerrigan didn't normally accept invitations left on her front door like that but... It was from Saul, and she wasn't terribly occupied at the moment.

May as well.]

Alright Saul, what's this about?

[Hold that thought. Something smelled really good, not to mention appetizing. She looked around and...]

You actually did it.

[5055034455]

[Nobody can say no to Saul. It's a fact.

He grins at her realization, throwing his arms out in a ta-da! gesture.

Complete with jazz hands.]

Would I lie to you?

[worldswillburn]

Looks like I got my answer.

[Kerrigan finds herself being glad that she's the only psychic there at the moment. Not that she would've thought yes, but... Okay she just didn't think he'd actually go through with the request.

It's not every day a guy actually gets her a steak meal. Especially with resources being what they were.

Alright, may as well sit down and have a taste.

... Damn.]

I know I'm going to regret saying this, but I'm impressed.

[Had to give credit where credit was due.]

[5055034455]

[What can he say? He's just a nice guy. Being nice.

Yup.]

Thank you, thank you. I'm good for more than just being pretty, y'know.

[worldswillburn]

[Yep, there it is. The feeling of instant regret over giving the man the slightest bit of praise.

Damn.]

Keep this up and I might actually decide to keep you around some more.

[outshine]

[ Trish has got her feet kicked up on the intake desk in the infirmary, chair titled back, but she glances up just in time to see Saul step into the doorway. ]

What is it? I'm a little busy.

[ The infirmary is mostly empty, and to emphasize, she leisurely tosses a paper airplane in his direction. ]

[5055034455]

Too busy for coffee?

[As he casually ducks out of the way of the airplane, smirking.]

That's okay, I can go...

[outshine]

It's a joke. Stop and stay a while.

[ She actually bothers to sit up proper. ]

What can I do for you? Scraped knee, tummy ache? I'll warn you I am out of superhero bandaids.

[5055034455]

[An invitation's an invitation; he steps inside, sets the cup down near Trish's hand, and perches on the nearest seat.]

So — superhero bandaids.

[Reaching for the small notepad in the inner pocket of his jacket:] Should that go on our shopping list?

[outshine]

They're the only thing that keeps people coming here. It'd be appreciated.