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[dale_cooper_fbi]

Whenever the island went through another bout of mischief - as he sometimes kindly called it - Dale managed to put in time in the Council office to do whatever needed to be done. Even when he found himself in the body of a toddler he still managed to get his job done. So the fact that he'd spent this latest incidence in what was functionally a coma

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[jdick]

Without saying anything, Joe leaned against the frame of the door to the Council office, watching Dale with a faintly curious grin. It was missing a few Sesame Street books, but it was a familiar situation, pretty damn close to how he'd met Dale.

"We met over research," he pointed out, pushing off the edge of the door. "Makes the whole fucking thing sound kinda romantic."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"For all you like to think you're unsentimental," said Dale, "I think you could find the romance in every situation if you tried. How are you feeling?"

[jdick]

"Only the ones that involve you, fucker," Joe replied with a smirk, smacking absently at Dale's ass before he collapsed gracelessly into his chair. "Feeling okay, I guess. The whole fucking thing was weird, right? What about you?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"I have to admit I'm feeling a bit lost, having returned here," said Dale. Though he suspected Joe had already noticed that much. "It's all a little unsettling."

[intrinsicworth]

Glen nearly stumbled into the council office looking hurried and disheveled, like a man with an idea that he does not wish to forget but cannot find a piece of paper fast enough. In fact he was looking for paper, but not blank. What Glen needed was numbers and the best place to find them as he knew from his personal dealings, was the council office. It didn't matter that he found himself here everyday, these things never struck you when it was convenient.

He stopped and stared at Dale for a moment before he grinned. "Mr. Cooper. Good to see you as always," he said and started sifting around for what he was looking for.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"And you as well, Glen," he said, ceasing to pace the room and instead turning to face him. "Is there anything I can help you with? I have to be honest, I would welcome the work today."

[intrinsicworth]

Glen looked up and paused for a moment looking at Dale. "You know, maybe you can at that." Glen said and straightened up.

"I've been putting together a book, to tell you the truth Mr. Cooper, and I've been attempting to fill in the gaps with a bit of digging around in here, but there are just things that aren't where they ought to be, or aren't there at all. You see my issue?" Glen asked. "And before you ask, yes it is indeed about this place and the people on it. What kind of sociologist would I be if I didn't take advantage of it, hmm?"

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"One with all too much time on his hands," said Dale. Too much time and not enough to fill it was one of the primary dangers of the island, in his opinion. "I'd love to hear about your work. I have a set of ears as well as a set of hands that you're free to put to work."