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[polarisation]

WHO polarisation / OPEN to the Hostel.
WHAT "Lowell", the hostel manager, makes the rounds at the hostel to make sure no one has magically disappeared. He needs to keep the room roster up to date, after all!
WHERE Le Gode Hostel.
WHEN All day of Wednesday, the 13th.
NOTES Feel free to assume your character either is or isn't on Sefton's check-up-on list-

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[rpondicus]

Rory was nearly to the end of his two free weeks, and aware of it, but hadn't settled himself in enough to find a job yet. So he came down, sheepish but present, hands in his pockets, poking around the lobby before coming to the front desk.

[polarisation]

Sefton looked up when the man drifted toward the desk instead of heading outside or to one of the other rooms. Part of it was his paranoia at how close people got to him, while the rest was simply him keeping his attention on the job at hand.

He didn't recognize the man, but that was hardly surprising. Sefton had been pulling minimum duty at the hostel two weeks prior thanks to Lance's insistence that he stick around the shelter after seeing that magic mirror.

"Can I help you?"

[rpondicus]

"Uh, yeah. Yes. You work here?"

Because no offense, Sefton, but you look like the manager's kid.

[polarisation]

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was a fair judgment, that someone as young as himself wouldn't be working in a place like this, much less have such an important position in it.

"Yeah, I do," he answered instead, shifting into a more attentive position. "What's the problem?"

[probingtime]

Paul was busy doing absolutely nothing. Nothing important, anyway; he was killing some time just kicking around the courtyard, bottle of beer in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. Mostly he was hoping someone would come out and join him; there was a cooler of beer in one corner of the courtyard, and he was thinking about maybe giving Ruth a call to see if she knew where to find a small portable grill. Maybe a couple packages of hot dogs. Just for an informal sort of cook-out. Nothing fancy. He just hadn't had much time to really get to know anyone at the hostel, what with trying to figure out his way around the city. Oh, and a portable radio. Just like old times. Did the city even have a radio station? Hell if he knew.

[polarisation]

After checking in on the supplies in the kitchen (he was still nervous about them, even if they had been able to restock with relative ease), Sefton stepped out into the lobby. His attention was mostly focused on the clipboard in his hand and so he only looked up when he was about halfway toward his office.

That was when he saw it. Him? The alien. That was most definitely an alien sitting there out in the courtyard. An alien with a cigarette and a beer sitting in the courtyard.

What?

[probingtime]

Paul just happened to be glancing in the right direction to see Sefton stop and look at him, and hey, the guy didn't faint. With a grin, Paul raised the hand with the cigarette to beckon for Sefton to come out and say hi. And if that didn't work, he'd just have to put out the cigarette and mosey on over to the lobby.

[polarisation]

After experiencing as much as he had in the city, including another species of aliens entirely who were infinitely less friendly than this one seemed to be, Sefton had a hard time imagining what would actually cause him to faint or run away just simply from shock.

It took him a moment or two of trying to process the sight before he carefully made his way to the glass doors of the courtyard and let himself inside. His nose wrinkled faintly at the smell of the smoke; back home, it was illegal to light up within a respectable distance of public property. Between the hostel, the shelter and his house downtown (the three places he spent most of his time), he still wasn't quite used to it even in a place like Bete Noire.

Sefton hesitated a moment, clipboard folded against his abdomen. "Hi?"

[imfinemulder]

Scully made her way down to the desk. She was specifically looking for the manager. She'd come to a conclusion after the Some incident, and while it wasn't her style to be hugely involved in the community, she thought she saw a need.

So she approached with purpose, and obviously with something to say.

[polarisation]

Sefton wasn't doing anything in particular; for a moment, there was a pure lull in the workload. What he was doing was reading. Ninth grade science, in fact. It was quickly set down and moved to the corner of the desk when he noticed Scully's stride.

"Can I help you?" he asked, wondering what, exactly, must have happened.

[imfinemulder]

Scully smiled briefly in greeting. "The other way around," she said. "I hope. The other week there was an... incident. I broke it up, but it made me aware of something. I don't know if you know I work for the police department. I'm an FBI agent back... home. And a doctor. I'm not sure what good it does, but there are so many people here I thought knowing you had an agent and doctor in residence might help."

[polarisation]

Sefton sat up straighter as she continued. "That's good to know. Thank you," he said, almost hurried. He managed to keep from sounding impatient or worried when he asked, "What sort of incident?" And why hadn't he been told sooner, if an officer had to intervene?

[waspsinmybrain]

Ruth had just returned from her first day of work, and was putting her key into the lock when she heard someone approaching. Turning her head at the noise, she stared at his hair for a second before smiling.

"Hey, cool hair."

[polarisation]

Sefton paused at the corner of the hallway when he saw someone was already there and with a key, to boot. This check up probably wouldn't take long, then.

The comment on his hair was pretty predictable after a year of nearly everyone assuming he dyed it. He understood it wasn't a natural color elsewhere; that didn't stop him from landing squarely between amused and exasperated.

"Thanks," he said with a very slight smile. "S' natural. You live here?" The key said as much, but he was well aware they could be copied or forged, so it was better to ask and see the reaction, too.

[waspsinmybrain]

She was surprised to hear it was natural, but she had learned that pretty much anything was possible, so of course natural blue hair could be one of those things.

"I do. I arrived last week." She gestured to her door. "I live with Paul. Little grey alien guy? Have you met him?"

[polarisation]

"Uh, yeah," Sefton said, a little awkwardly. That had been a pretty surprising experience. He looked down at his clipboard as he continued, "Just today, actually."

Ruth. That was the name on the list that went with Paul. Paul and Ruth in apartment 301.

[weightofadie]

Hard work and Arthur go together like bread and a very expensive, very fine wine. Anyone who has ever worked with the point man will know that it would be an effort for Arthur to not work hard, and as such he's almost forgotten to pay up what he and Eames owe on their rent. It's a realization that catches him by surprise and annoys him all at once and he almost forgets to lock the door behind him as he decides that one way or another he's going to have to pay now before someone comes looking

[polarisation]

Sefton almost didn't notice the man approach. He was in the middle of writing something into a textbook he had cradled in his lap, up at the front desk. It was his own attempt at self-education, which had been going about as well as one could be expected; he was just glad he could get his hands on the materials, really.

The footsteps finally registered, however, and he glanced up in time to snap the book shut, set it aside, and take a more professional position. He waited until Arthur was closer before he asked, "Can I help you?"

[weightofadie]

"Evening," Arthur's manners don't desert him in the face of anyone, even a guy with very, very blue hair. He nods his greeting with a small and mostly neutral smile and stops in front of the desk, one hand sliding into his pocket, the other holding up a pouch of money. There's enough inside to pay for his and Eames' room for the next week.

"I'm just here to pay up for the next week. Is that alright, if I do that here?" And if he just happens to figure out which rooms are still vacant and as far away from occupied rooms as possible, he may have a meeting point for that sedative he needs to test out.

[polarisation]

Sefton nodded, holding his hand out for the money to be placed in. "Yeah, of course. This is the front desk," he said almost humorously. "What room is this for, again?"