10010 | there i was completely wasting out of work and down

[ageoftheg33k]

accidental video;
Oh, I see. I get it. This is a cultural thing, ain't it?! Y'all are coming down on me for being a geek, right? Cause y'all think we can't fight back or something. Ain't got any evidence, just figure oh someone hacked some accounts, let's round up the geek!

[Rebecca, however, is accompanying Chris on this house visit and she comes

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[perspectiveguy]

[This face and hand gesture.]

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[ageoftheg33k]

[Just going to stare at this for awhile before figuring out what to say.]

Well. You know where the XBOX is. Feel free, dude.

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[perspectiveguy]

But -- jail! It's -- jail! Why --- JAIL!

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[ageoftheg33k]

You don't really know anything about me, Xander. I'm a thief.

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[horrible_penny]

Alec? ...Chris?

Alec, what's going on?

[ooc: My fail. You didn't see it.]

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[perspectiveguy]

Penny? ... Do people usually get arrested here?

[ooc: What fail?]

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[horrible_penny]

Xander! Um. They do, but the people getting arrested aren't usually my friend!

[ooc: ♥]

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[perspectiveguy]

Yeah, we've played X-Box together, had pizza -- bonding times. And now he's all...in the slammer. He didn't seem like slammer material.

[ooc: big <3's]

[a_bad_guy]

[Eliot, being the stubborn guy he is, followed them to the police station, cased the joint both outside and inside and is now sitting inside waiting until he can go speak with Hardison, watching the change in shifts and timing the security of the place at the same time. Yeah, he's not a happy camper.]

[ageoftheg33k]

[Hardison, after being processed and questioned, is escorted out in cuffs and a jumpsuit, through the lobby and past Eliot. Eliot would probably hear one of the officers mentioning Hardison being transferred out to the new prison.]

[a_bad_guy]

[Eliot stands up and in full stealth mode tries to follow, to see just enough to know where it is and where Hardison will be held. He doesn't say a word. Not yet. Not that he's ever a man of many that words, but for now he just watches and learns until he can't go any farther without really breaking the law or being noticed as doing something out of the ordinary.

That's when he goes back to the lobby and sits down to watch more, to learn more. He pushes the wrong button at first cause he's no good at using his device. The video flashes on, he curses, then he turns it off and turns on the voice filtered to Hardison... he hopes. Stupid electronic device.]

Hardison.

voice; hardison's responses will have filter removed, eliot's filters would stay

[ageoftheg33k]

Hey. Guess this ain't like the earbuds, huh?

[Action] Questioning with Chris and Rebecca

[cant_just_hang]

Rebecca walks into the interrogation room with Chris at her heels. She's got an all business attitude on, heels clicking on the floor as she walks in and puts her file on the table.

"Alec Hardison, I've got to admit. I'm impressed. You're good. You're really good."

She wants to get him a little cocky, see if he'll brag about himself.

[ageoftheg33k]

Hardison doesn't make eye contact. He doesn't move or nod or breathe too heavily. His eyes are on his hands, cuffed to the table. If he just lets them talk awhile more -- maybe he'll get some kind of upper hand.

[justcautious]

Chris nods at Rebecca, giving her a wide-eyed, serious business time sort of look, and then walks over to the table, holding a black rectangle at his side.

When he sets it on the table, it becomes evident that it's a tape recorder. Pulling out a chair opposite to Hardison, he sits down, and presses record.

"Interview conducted," he says, clearly and carefully, like he's worried about the tape recorder picking it up, "on Thursday, 19th of August. Present in the room is me, Detective Constable Skelton and...um..." He pauses. What IS Rebecca's title? She's American. Does it work differently there? He's never bothered to ask. "...Policewoman Locke." She's not in Intel, is she? Not DC then. But she's interrogating so can't be PC and that's the best he can come up with. He rushes on a bit anxiously, not giving either of the others time to object. "The time is--" quick glance at his watch, "--half past eleven. Nighttime, not lunchtime. Okay." He puts a file on his side of the table and then digs in his pocket for his notebook.

[cant_just_hang]

"Mr. Hardison, you work for City Solutions. From what I understand the pay there is pretty decent. More than what DC Skelton and I get paid to deal with people like you so you're going to have to help me understand why you'd do this. Greed? Did you just want more stuff? Or was the intent more malicious? Maybe you think you're so smart that you'd never be caught."

A pause to pace in front of the table a moment. She's yet to sit down.

"I bet that's it. You think you're so much smarter than us, than an understaffed, underpaid police force. I'd say that was a gross underestimation considering our situation right now."

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[mghtbconcussed]

Hardison! What the hell? [Yes Lucy just shrieked a sort of curse word at Hardison]

Do you have any idea what this does to our picnic plans? Seriously! I've been cooking for-eeeeeever now and--You and Harry are just alike I SWEAR.

If you're in there for eating people I am going to thwack you upside the back of the head so hard you will stars. I will use Harry's cricket bat. I swear.

Is it a curse? Is it me? Am I just doomed to have people I care about END UP IN JAIL [Shriek Shriek Shriek]

FINE whatever. See if I cook for you again! No cornbread, no barbque and no cakes with files in them.

[A very long and suffering sigh]

What happened? Are you okay?

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[ageoftheg33k]

Lucy, after all those spoilers, you really have to ask?

Re: Voice;

[mghtbconcussed]

Oh.

OH!

Did you do good things with it?

Voice;

[ageoftheg33k]

Kind of. Half and half. I mean, I lived on it but a lot went into the Welcome Center.