Open Auditions

[starborn_scribe]

Who: Will Harris
Where: Somewhere at the edge of the Gamma colony
When: Saturday, June 19th
Invited: Dexter, Duo, morally ambiguous types
Status: Incomplete

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[NPC Warren Mears]

[fikgirl]

Warren wasn't the first to arrive, nor was he the last. The little chit that worked for Dr. Horrible* wasn't as smart as she thought she was. Or maybe I'm just smarter, Warren thought as he kept himself concealed in the shadows. It had been easy enough, child's play really, to push back and needle around to get a bit more information from the woman. Horrible wasn't the only one that had feelers, it just happened that Warren kept his closer to home base. His superiors required it that way.

But, reaching out to a wanna be couldn't necessarily hurt. Who knew when the time might come that the Trust wanted or needed something more? Even if it was canon fodder or a scapegoat. Horrible might be just the right man to fill either of those roles.

He'd have to tread carefully though and get the measure of the man first. It shouldn't be too hard. When people looked at Warren, they saw the glasses, the meekness, the genius boy from MIT who preferred his gadgets and alien gizmos to real people. And the latter wasn't so false. He was a genius, and people were cattle. Only the powerful ones mattered.

Warren figured that out early on, back on earth, when the Trust first contacted him. Then it had all fallen apart with the world falling apart and the loss of contact to other colonies. He had one blind contact here on Gamma, one that assured him that contact had been made on one off-world mission, and that he'd be given orders soon enough.

Warren was patient. And smart. He might not know who his contact on Gamma was, but it was someone who went off-world and that narrowed the playing field. He would wait; eventually it would all be revealed.

In the meantime, there was Horrible.

How full of himself is this guy?

Stepping away from the shadows, Warren moved forward. He wore a hoodie today, nothing to tie him to the SGC, and walked with just enough of a stride to show that he knew where he was going but not that he was one hundred percent convinced that he wanted to be there.

It was all about appearances.

"You're him, I guess?" Warren greeted the blonde man, peering at him from behind large eye glasses that slid down Warren's nose. He pushed them back up and shifted his weight from foot-to-foot.

(OOC: *I didn't know if Will was presenting himself by name or Evil Villany Name(TM), I can correct if necessary.)

OOC

[starborn_scribe]

Will is calling himself "Dr. Yates." No need to correct. Let's pretend that Warren had used that name all along.