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

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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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[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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. ]