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[most_feared]

Who: Agent K and Open
What: Day in the Life
When: The Day after Thanksgiving
Where: In various Barge places
Warnings & Notes: Language. Some bastardry. Nothing planned. Responses can either be in log or spam style.

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Morning: Library...

[most_feared]

Kay was in the library looking up more time travel theory. The dynamics of his universe were so particular that it was difficult to find other universes with similar theories of temporal movement. Because of events that he knew should happen and hadn't yet, this was very relevant to his interests.

Morning: Library...

[most_feared]

"Why the hell not? You just put one word in front of the next. Worse gets to worse for the math part, get a calculator.

"You give up and don't try to understand it, someone's going to be talkin' down to you for the rest of your life. And I don't care how glamorous a job sounds, if someone's treating you like a short-order cook and squawking at you, it's not going to feel any better than being just that.

"And nothing you take will make that sort of bad-mouthing go away. It just makes them do it more when they think you can't keep up." And that was going to be about as openly as he'd refer to Jesse and whatever it was he'd been on to hide in.

Morning: Library...

[yeahscience]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Jesse looked up sharply at the last bit, eyes going wide, then narrowing. "What did you say to me?" He sounded almost more hurt than angry -- betrayed, even.

Had Narvin seriously narced on him to his boyfriend? In what universe was that cool? "Hey, what did he tell you about me?" he hissed, keeping his voice low.

Morning: Library...

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"Contrary to popular belief, he doesn't tell me everything. He just asks my advice sometimes when he might do something that might fuck a lot of people over. I'm in law enforcement. I've seen all kinds of substance abuse. And you got a lot of initiative, kid, but you're real twitchy."

Morning: Library...

[yeahscience]

"You don't know dick about it, spook," Jesse snapped, privately horrified. He'd thought he'd accepted that a lot of people would know what was going on after his trip to Zero, he really thought he had, but everyone had kept so quiet about it that he'd sort of taken it for granted that he could stay under the radar.

This was the first time someone had just dropped it on him like that: I know, and I don't care if you know I know.

"He doesn't know dick, either," he added angrily. "Whatever John Locke told him, and whatever he said to you, or vice-versa. None of you got any clue."

Morning: Library... HIT TAB ENTER INSTEAD OF ENTER

[most_feared]

"I know that your head would work better without it, and people treat you better in general. And I don't know what John Locke said by the way, if anything. I just know what I see happening." He went back to one of the tables and had a seat. He figured he could go into a long explanation of how that worked.

At the same time, though, he didn't think Jesse would give a rat's ass. That whole twitchy thing.

Morning: Library...

[yeahscience]

"Yeah?" he shot back, storming after him. "Then maybe you need your eyes checked, asshole, because I haven't so much as touched the stuff in almost a month. Twenty-five days sober. So what do you see now?"

Re: Morning: Library... Editted because probably wasn't IC enough

[most_feared]

"I see someone I was trying to help out because he was being treated like shit, and he started being a defensive jackass. I got stuff to do. You got that much of a problem with me talkin', go do your thing." He didn't even look up from his book.

Morning: Library...

[yeahscience]

Jesse sneered. "Oh, yeah. Your little afterschool special comment, that was real helpful, yo. 'Cause no one ever said that to me before." Parents. Guidance counselor. Probation officer. Mr. White. Rehab counselor. Every cop from ABQ to Abiquiu. What the hell was it with people that made them think, oh, hey, if I just say something, it'll make it all better? Jesse shook his head, disgusted, and started to walk off--

--but stopped, turning back. "Oh, and you know what? It does help, so that's bullshit, anyway. But if your boy was gonna make me break, it would've happened by now. He ain't that special. He's just your average shitty boss."

Morning: Library...

[most_feared]

He was so tempted to tell him the not-afterschool special version of it. That it made him look twitchy and stupid. That he set himself up to be walked on it was the reason he sometimes hated his own damn kind, because this is what the aliens got to see.

Go keep being your example of an average shitty human to him, then. He kept the thoughts to himself. It was for Locke to deal with, and unlike some wardens, he did think Locke had the best intentions at heart and in mind.

"Don't call him my boy, by the way. Just because I stick my cock in him doesn't mean we're codependent." Dismissively. He figured if anything would run the guy off...

Morning: Library...

[yeahscience]

Mission accomplished, Kay. Jesse's horrified anger dissolved into -- well, just plain horror. "Ugh, Christ."

It would be nice to say Jesse wasn't intolerant and that probably would've been true if he'd thought about it for more than two seconds in his life. But growing up to conservative jerk parents in a town like Albuquerque, that didn't do a whole lot to broaden one's mind. So the only thing that kept him biting his tongue after that was that, well, Kay was a pretty scary dude -- and even if he was currently pissed, he generally liked Narvin and his particular brand of psychological abuse.

As long as he never thought about the mental image Kay had just given him ever, ever again. "Asshole," he snapped, and beat a hasty retreat, to read up on chronon physics and maybe watch a really heterosexual movie or something.