And you sit there and talk revolution, but can you tell me just who's in command?

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki Takahashi is preparing to leave the Conrad Hotel and return to Tokyo- she's just finishing up the last few housekeeping things she needs to do before she officially steps down as head of Archangel Command and leaves it in Vincent's far more capable hands. She misses Tokyo like crazy and she's ready to get back, but... Well, she's gonna miss

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[wolverine9601]

"Makin' your final preparations to leave?"

Yes, this is Wolverine spontaneously appearing behind you, Mitsuki. It's possible that he's been there the whole time, or maybe he just came in through the couch door (to steal a phrase from Scrubs).

He has to figure out how he can ask if he can come with without putting himself out there much. He has had just about all he can stand of Chicago, and it's been a long time since he's been to Japan. Wolverine misses the country. He understands it to some extent better than he understands this place.

[armedandangelic]

"Yep," Mitsuki says, without turning around. She knows who it is and there are lists to be made, and she's an archangel so her senses are good enough to assume he was there. "Molly and I are leaving at the end of the week." To avoid the holiday crowds at the damn airports. "I figure I have to stay through New Year's anyway," she shrugs. "Just to see if Chicago blows up at midnight or something."

She's joking. Mostly.

[wolverine9601]

"That's... nice of ya," Wolverine says with a slightly distracted look, not that she can see it.

He's busy trying to figure out how to go about this asking thing. It would be much easier if it were something he had to kill, because killing is easy... asking for a free ride out of Chicago is not.

"So I was thinkin'... if you ever needed any help out there in Tokyo... I ain't doin' much good 'round here and it's been too long since I've been to Japan."

Yes. He is... so smooth.

[armedandangelic]

Mitsuki unfolds her legs from under her and peers over the side of the chair to look at him. "You wanna come with us?" She blinks a few times, brows knit in mild confusion. Well, she wouldn't sit in Chicago for anything if she had an option to leave and she likes him.

"There aren't any demons in Tokyo," she says. "But I send people out on demon-hunting missions all the time, and I've always gotta go down into the danger zones to deliver weapons, so you wouldn't be sitting around on your ass."

This is Mitsuki offering you a job, Wolverine. Not just a free ride.

[chimaerasaurus]

Abby's voice comes from down the hall, exasperated and breathless. "Rex. Oh, come on, Rex, where'd you go? I don't want to keep you in that tiny room, but I will, so help me."

Before she's anywhere near SpyDaddy, however, Rex decides to say hello, whistling at the man from his position on the wall. He's clinging to it, upside down, his crest and wing flaps occasionally flicking out. The dinosaur croak-whistles again, a curious sound, and climbs down the wall toward Jack.

[stopdropanddie]

There is a dinosaur. There is a dinosaur on the wall. There is a dinosaur on the wall staring at him.

Huh.

And here he was wondering if this Torchwood has a Myfanwy too and was thinking maybe he lucked out there. Well, if the woman shouting is any indication, this is probably not Myfanwy in some new shapeshifter form.

"I believe he's right here," he calls in the general direction Abby's voice came from all while keeping watching the dinosaur climbing towards him like he expects it to do something particularly unpleasant.

[chimaerasaurus]

Oh, Rex doesn't do horrible things! Unless you count pooping on stiff people in suits. Which Jack probably does.

Abby jogs in, breathless, as Rex makes a jump for SpyDaddy's shoulder. She waves her hand at him, distracting him enough that he glides slightly sideways and lands on Jack's shoe instead. She scoops him up before he can do anything else.

"...sorry about that."

[stopdropanddie]

Jack takes a step back, thankful for the rescue, because he knows from experience with Myfanwy that dinosaurs anywhere near Torchwood's base are not to be trusted.

"It's fine." He gives her a onceover, notes that he definitely hasn't seen her before in a previous universe, and then takes a gamble. "Are you one of Torchwood's people?"

[aint_nosurprise]

If Jack happens by the kitchen, he'll find Casey at the table there!

Casey is eating a gigantic Hershey chocolate bar and staring at his lap (no not his, hers. His lap is in another world, probably not dealing with spontaneous blood) with a level of malice that should really only be reserved for the worst sorts of individuals.

He feels lucky that Fiona was actually willing to be so nice and helpful to him (even if that was one of the most embarrassing ordeals he's ever had to go through). He is in a little less pain now and the damn tampon's fishing all the blood so there's no need to sit on a toilet for hours so it could be worse... And it could, also, be a whole hell of a lot better.

Casey would so love to be distracted from his female body by any kind of news at all. He really, really would.

[stopdropanddie]

Jack does happen by the kitchen if only because kitchens are good places to find his kids, and what ho, a Casey! ...Actually, Jack completely misses Casey at first, because he's not used to a female-bodied!Casey, so it takes a moment to register that... There is a Casey present.

"Agent Casey." He says with a curt nod and then gets right to the point, because that is what Jack does. "I think we may already have a problem."

Technically, Jack has many problems, but this is the one that concerns his team.

[aint_nosurprise]

Casey looks up at Jack. He is the only one who calls him Agent Casey for which he appreciates. It's ice to have someone know even if he can't flash a badge any more and have it actually mean anything.

He is so happy that there's a distraction that it's almost a challenge not to look excited at the idea of there being a problem. These kinds of problems that involve the team, that would be the only reason Jack would be approaching him about it is what he was trained to do.

Casey sets the chocolate down and tilts his chin up, confident and almost in a gesture that challenges this problem to just 'try' something. Almost.

"What sort of problem, sir?" All back to business and such. It's nice. He can almost forget that the boobs and change of universe kind of change how things work.

[stopdropanddie]

Jack never quite left the CIA when he made that crossover, and he isn't letting the fact that everything is completely fucked up and discombobulated right now change the fact that this is what he does- deals with people who look suspiciously like they might be running organized crime factions. Possible, it's just professional paranoia and Sandric might have just been another agent, but in a city like this, you don't count people as your allies until they've done you a favor first.

"More of a potential problem, than an immediate threat, but I want you to keep your eyes open. I met a woman named Leona Sandric at the party. A class act, if I've ever seen one, and she's familiar with the game. I don't know if she's an enemy or an ally or who she's working for, but I intend to find out."

This would be the part where he would toss a folder full of findings on the table and indicate that Casey go over it, but there is no folder. There's no leads, but Jack can deal with that.