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[bald_sleuth]

[private to Nathan Petrelli]

Mr. Petrelli. Looks like you and I'll be working together for the foreseeable future. What say we have a little chat, get to know each other?

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[smile4thepeople]

Of course. If you would like to schedule a meeting for sometime later this week, depending on the time, or next week, I would be happy to meet with you to discuss the matters at hand.

Just because I'm on a floating "death" ship doesn't mean I'm not busy and making myself useful. Remember that. I still have every intention of carrying on my work and I don't respond very well to bullying, black mail, or threats.

Thank you for contacting me. Vote Petrelli.

[bald_sleuth]

How about you pencil me in for tomorrow afternoon? Around three.

Satisfy my curiosity. What is the "work" you're doing here?

[smile4thepeople]

I have a dinner tomorrow, so we would just need to be done by six.

Community service. I heard both the pub and spa are restricted only to wardens and certain inmates, so I'm working on a bill to lobby for an inmate-only facility or equal access to existing facilities.

[bald_sleuth]

That's fine, this shouldn't take up much of your time.

What if I were to say this was a prison, and just like a normal prison the wardens and guards get certain privileges that the prisoners don't?

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[smile4thepeople]

[Nathan wasn't really looking forward to meeting with his warden, the same as he hadn't been looking forward to meeting with Peter or realizing he was an inmate here. Dressed in his usual apparel of a casual suit, navy blue with a red patterned tie, he was just reading over some of the notes he had written for their meeting. Ideas of what to say and everything. It was difficult being a politician without campaign managers, image consultants, and secretaries. Sure, he could manage okay, but he knew it could be better if only he had the right people.

His warden, who he had completely forgotten to make introductions with, had failed to specify where they would be meeting at three today, so he assumed his room. Thus he was ready, small smile ready to flick onto his lips when needed. It was no different than a press conference in some ways, although it felt so much more futile. A press conference reached people, made a point, had a purpose. This was ludicrous.]

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[bald_sleuth]

[Keith felt remiss for not specifying a location for the meeting, but he hadn't expected his inmate to completely ignore him after a certain point. Ah well.

He made his way to Nathan's room and knocked on the door.]

"Mr. Petrelli?"

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[smile4thepeople]

[Nathan moved swiftly toward the entry, popping that bright, white smile into place before opening the door. It was the kind of expression you always expected from politicians because it worked; it was impossible for anyone outside of Peter, Angela, and maybe Claire to tell whether or not that smile was sincere. Hell, some people accused him of a facade when it was real.]

"Mr. Mars. Come on in." [He had done a little bit of research, yes. Not much, but enough to have an idea of who he was dealing with.] "Thank you for coming on time."

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[bald_sleuth]

[Keith stepped into the room, trying to decide if his inmate was actually smiling or just faking it. These politicians and their being good at faking everything.]

"My pleasure." [He should have done this in his own room. Oh well. Next time.] "May I sit?"