Saul Goodman (
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[closed] if you believe there's nothing up his sleeve
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.
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!
for the W.W. task force
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Lisbeth breaks it.]
I'm assuming since we're getting together to think of something, the most obvious option is out of the question.
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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.
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SORRY FOR SLOW GUYS
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T'crapper's two more doors down.
[Or maybe not.]
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Yeah?
[He lifts his hand, indicating the cup of coffee. Wiggle wiggle.]
So I should go dump this in the toilet, then?
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...
Downright unholy gibber y'babblin' over there. I'll sees some proper use for that if that's all y'got in mind.
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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.
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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?
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[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.
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I brought you some coffee.
[Nothing like getting straight to the point, eh?]
If you want, I can leave it...
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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...]
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[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.]
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[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?
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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.
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He grins at her realization, throwing his arms out in a ta-da! gesture.
Complete with jazz hands.]
Would I lie to you?
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[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.]
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Yup.]
Thank you, thank you. I'm good for more than just being pretty, y'know.
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Damn.]
Keep this up and I might actually decide to keep you around some more.
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laughs into the sunset
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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. ]
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[As he casually ducks out of the way of the airplane, smirking.]
That's okay, I can go...
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[ 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.
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So — superhero bandaids.
[Reaching for the small notepad in the inner pocket of his jacket:] Should that go on our shopping list?
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these tags need to stop falling to the bottom sigh
♥
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