The Deputy White House Chief Of Staff, in the man's own terms.
Lan -- who is, in fact, having tea -- slants a look at the blearily stumbling Josh, and waits to see if he'll have to warn him out of the path of any more aggressive chairs.
Naw, see, this time, Josh is prepared. He's steeped in the spirit of nature after having listened to Jed Bartlet continuously interrupt his briefing for thirty minutes after he was supposed to go home. He's on his feet. He's like a cat.
Which is how he comes to pound Lan on the shoulder with an enormous grin on his face, no tripping or gracelessness involved. "Hey, buddy! Good to see you around! You just chillin' like a villain or what?"
Lan shifts backwards slightly to discourage the shoulder-pounding, with quelling stonefacedness. He elects not to be so rude as to actually grab the man's hand, though, so if Josh chooses to ignore all subtle cues he will successfully pound a shoulder made of... muscle and a bit more muscle, basically.
"Light illumine you." That, too, is somewhat repressive.
Lan doesn't particularly appreciate being called a villain, even if it's clearly some bizarre turn of phrase.
--and it's at that very moment, when it turns out he's communicating with a stone punching bag, that Josh realizes he's completely blanking on the guy's name. If he ever knew it.
It's okay. He'll improvise. He's good at that.
"So, what you been up to? Hanging with your crew, hiding out the woods, more of the usual? Seems like it's been a while!"
A long day at the White House can make you kind of manic, see.
He may find, should he look up at the right moment, that he's not far down the Bar from a great green cone-shaped creature, and by 'great' we mean 'ten feet tall', and by 'green' we mean 'dark and iridescent'. The being has a wedge-shaped head surrounded by short tentacles at the end of a long, flexible, thick neck; it has lowered its head to about eye level with a human, and is casting a curious eye Josh's way.
It can do this and still spare two other eyes for the rest of the room around it.
"No," says the creature, its voice issuing from somewhere just over its shoulders rather than from the head. "Not that I know of. I have yet to see one of those gain sentience."
That... is some really impressive animatronics right there.
"I have yet to see a lot of things gain sentience, Congressmen and the White House Press Corps being the least of them."
Frankly, he might choose the gigantic but otherwise uninteresting trees over one more meeting about revising HUD protocol in Michigan and upstate New York.
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The Deputy White House Chief Of Staff, in the man's own terms.
Lan -- who is, in fact, having tea -- slants a look at the blearily stumbling Josh, and waits to see if he'll have to warn him out of the path of any more aggressive chairs.
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Which is how he comes to pound Lan on the shoulder with an enormous grin on his face, no tripping or gracelessness involved. "Hey, buddy! Good to see you around! You just chillin' like a villain or what?"
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"Light illumine you." That, too, is somewhat repressive.
Lan doesn't particularly appreciate being called a villain, even if it's clearly some bizarre turn of phrase.
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It's okay. He'll improvise. He's good at that.
"So, what you been up to? Hanging with your crew, hiding out the woods, more of the usual? Seems like it's been a while!"
A long day at the White House can make you kind of manic, see.
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It can do this and still spare two other eyes for the rest of the room around it.
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He scrubs at his eyes.
Something really does not compute.
"Oh god, please let that be a sequoia."
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"I have yet to see a lot of things gain sentience, Congressmen and the White House Press Corps being the least of them."
Frankly, he might choose the gigantic but otherwise uninteresting trees over one more meeting about revising HUD protocol in Michigan and upstate New York.
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