Lazy log for Kay

Jul 14, 2011 01:15

Who: Kay and Narvin
What: clothing alterations
Where: Kay's cabin
When: start of their day (which is not necessarily morning, thanks to alien schedules)

Dimensionally Transcendental )

narvin was a technician, narvin's human agent boyfriend

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most_feared July 14 2011, 08:22:42 UTC
Kay didn't pick the last one on the left. He picked the last one on the right, not thinking much about it as he pulled out the suit on the hanger and laid it on the bed. He turned his back to go over to the mirror and do up his tie, at the moment in dress shirt, boxers, and dress socks that reached mid-calf.

"Anything happening?"

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timesbureaucrat July 14 2011, 08:33:15 UTC
He silently cursed in disappointment when Kay picked the wrong suit. But he kept it from his voice when he spoke.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary so far." Although on the Barge that could include anything up to multiple murder, so he added, "No new reports of death or torture."

He pursed his lips, hesitated, then said, "You should wear a different suit."

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most_feared July 14 2011, 08:37:31 UTC
"That's good." Casually, as if "no murder" was the best they could hope fore. "Eddie asked me to take on Morrigan's case but I really don't want to. In her case I don't think it would do any good." He paused, and then looked over his shoulder at the closet.

"...I don't think I have one that's not black."

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timesbureaucrat July 14 2011, 08:54:01 UTC
Any day without murder or torture was a good day. Standards on the Barge weren't very high. Fortunately, they were both from jobs where "any day that doesn't have a planetary crisis is a good day" was the norm.

"I'd hate to see no accountability at all, but if she won't submit, things could get messy. Either the whole system would end up looking completely useless and inequitable--which, maybe it is if it's all an illusion--or else we'd have to enforce a punishment on her without her compliance."

He followed Kay's gaze to the closet, and his mind switched topics.

"Oh, I'm not saying you should wear one that isn't black. I rather like the black." He picked at his own scarlet sleeve despondently and wished for not the first time that he still had his black and white CIA uniforms. "But that one's a bit..." He tried to think of something plausibly wrong with that one. "It still smells a bit like cigarette smoke." Which was true, if only barely.

"Wear that other one on the end." He pointed to the suit in question.

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