this is your fault. now you all have to deal with me

[bemytestsubject]

[A cluttered laboratory. Walls lined with crammed bookcases. Mile-high stacks of paperwork and hand-written reports. A middle-aged man in reading glasses seated behind a massive desk, busily designing a superior paper airplane. Building materials: important-looking documents

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Have a boybot

[gunslinger_hc]

[Tres is on time. Tres is always on time. If you think otherwise, you're wrong.]

Reporting for scheduled maintenance.

[Is that ...apprehension? Naaaaaaaaaaaaah]

OOOOH, MY FAVORITE

[bemytestsubject]

[Oh, boybot. You have nothing to be afraid of.]

Ah, Father Tres! Right on time.

[William will just strategically cram that unusable piece of paper into the nearest overflowing drawer (this place is always a worse mess when Hugue is out of the country).]

Have you been experiencing any malfunctions I should know about, beforehand? I know you ans Abel were out of the city recently, and that always seems to mean more work for me! Not that I mind, of course.

[Nooothiiiing at all.]

Re: How illogical

[gunslinger_hc]

[Have a lineface boybot.]

Obviously, I am experiencing no ill effects. Clearly, I require only routine maintenance.

[canwegetthisoverwith :| Her Hotness is being guarded by someone else.]

oh yeah. I love it when you chastize me in that monotone

[bemytestsubject]

[Is there any other kind?]

Well, that's good to hear! A day when one of your arms isn't falling off is a good day, indeed!

[Gesturing vaguely to a chair on the other side of the room. It's evidently been used to get at the bookshelves, since their ladder is currently cluttered with. Well. Books.]

Please, have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment.

[spazierschatten]

[Boredom and masochism do not a good combination make...]

Ah. Hard at work, as always, I see.

[He peers over William's shoulder at the perfectly constructed paper airplane, and thinks it a pity that such an eye for precision was wasted on the likes of him.]

aw, Isaak. wy u jelus??

[bemytestsubject]

[That poor airplane ends up crumpled unintentionally in his hands - but it's probably a gut reaction more than genuine startlement. He's never been so easy to disturb, after all.

Ever the gentleman, the Professor sets about straightening out the little mess he's made in the middle of the larger mess in which his desk is buried. And discreetly reaches for his cane, at the same time.]

...Spying on me? I would say that's unlike you, but I rarely profess to know the habits of men such as yourself.

NOT JELUS >[

[spazierschatten]

[Isaak watches and notes and catalogs all of these actions. And smirks.]

Spying on you? No, I'm not in the habit of wasting my time on fruitless endeavors.

[He casts a meaningful glance at the remains of the paper airplane.]

you = biggest gaylord in this post.

[bemytestsubject]

Well, then, pray tell what sort of endeavor it is you have deigned worthy of wasting your time?

[With a swift motion one would expect only a much younger man might be capable of, William stands up from his desk, flipping the cane in his hand up to aim the tip in his unwanted guest's direction. One finger hovers over the well-hidden trigger. There's a reason this is one of his favorite toys, and it probably doesn't bode well for anyone who lingers in the way.]

It certainly must be something quite entertaining, if you've risked coming here all alone.

[adork_abel]

[Have a sugarfiend psuedopriest..]

Oh, I do hope I'm not interrupting anything! It seems I have just been in everyone's way today!

[sheepish smile-like expression straight out of some old magazine advert]

[bemytestsubject]

[Finally, someone whose entrance doesn't totally destroy his precious work. Have an airplane sailing lazily in your direction, Abel.]

Not at all! I was just finishing up some revisions on this latest post-mission report. [Which was due over two weeks ago, but it's exam season, so he's just been buried (literally and metaphorically and sometimes both at once).] To be honest, I could use the break.

[adork_abel]

[Abel seizes on this opportunity with delight. Perhaps he can con William into buying him something unhealthily sugar-laden.]

I have an idea! Why don't we find a nice little cafe' and get an early lunch! I'm starving!

[This last is said with a very plaintive tone...]

[bemytestsubject]

No, no! There's no time for that, simply no time. If you wouldn't mind providing me a willing hand with a bit of research, though, I would certainly find the time to commend your effort to Her Eminence. Maybe you'll even get that raise!

[This is a huge and potentially obvious lie, but only the part about money, really. In any case, Abel is being ushered into his office like it's his job, and that never means anything good.]

[tealovingmaiden]

[Have a holographic nun hovering behind you. You can just feel the disappointment in the air.]

Are you ever going to clean up this mess?

OH KAAATE, I LOVE YOOOOOU~

[bemytestsubject]

[Have an innocent look from the man in the big swiveling desk chair when he turns to face said hovering nun.]

Ah, what mess? There are only the fruits of my genius labor here!

[Of course this statement is punctuated by some anonymous papers fluttering down from somewhere, and a stack of books toppling over, and - is that a bird trapped in here?!]

/BLUSH BLUSH OFFERS TEA

[tealovingmaiden]

[She is huffing at you William.]

There are papers and books all over the place! If you don't start getting some order around here...so help me William!

/SERENADES POORLY AND OFF-KEY

[bemytestsubject]

Ah! But everything here is in order, Kate, my dear. A very personal system, but I assure you there's nothing to get so worked up about.

SOMEONE NEEDS TO INVEST IN A DAY PLANNER

[lady_caterina]

[ What the fuck are you doing, William? That is so the face she is making...]

..........Didn't you forget something rather important today?

[foot tapping, she'll let him try to guess what...]

FUCK YOUR PLANS, I AM A FREE SPIRIT

[bemytestsubject]

[Guess who doesn't have the slightest idea what he is supposed to be doing. None of your guesses count.]

What's that, Your Grace? I'm afraid we must have experienced a scheduling conflict at some point in the day.

Re: NO YOU ARE NOT. YOU SIGNED YOUR LIFE AWAY WITH YOUR CONTRACT, BITCH!

[lady_caterina]

[Not you.]

Perhaps you can enlighten me as to what you've been accomplishing today.

[fingers tapping and impatient. She's still angry, William. Very. Angry.]