Jason Kane: on applying to realityshifted

[utterlykaned]

...so let me get this straight, you've just apped someone else to a really busy game, your offline life is imploding and you pick now to try rooting me out of the junk-filled storehouse you call a brain? You don't even have a PB for me yet.

[grin]

It's going to be the disaster to end all disasters. I feel right at home already.


[ooc: we haven't got as far as actually apping to realityshifted yet. we're just... totally going to]

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[lost_humanity]

You seem much more anxious for disaster than I, Mr. Kane.

[utterlykaned]

[It is heartening to Jason to be told his insouciance is convincing.]

Well. It's not that so much, it's just... this wouldn't be my disaster, if you see what I mean. Okay, yeah, I'll be right in the middle of it, but that's okay, that's normal. But this time I'll know exactly what my part in it is, what I need to do - and the wider implications of it are basically someone else's problem.

Okay, someone whose brain I'm currently living in. That could get a bit weird, I'll grant you. But I can deal with weird.

[lost_humanity]

The problem lies in no matter how much you know, they always manage to make plans go awry.

And to change your part in it in the middle of everything.

I'm personally not looking forward to it.

[utterlykaned]

[shrug] That's what plans do, isn't it? Mice and men and giant space octopi alike, as they say. Never expect anything to go to plan, me. Saves a lot of disappointment.

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin doesn't trust anyone who seems that happy about being in the midst of disasters.]

And I suspect you're the cause of a good number of them, whoever you are. I recognize your type. Brash.

[utterlykaned]

[He's not as happy as he's trying to look.]

And I recognise yours, mate. [He does not sound very matey.]
I'll ignore that completely unjustified jab about disasters I may or may not have been the cause of, especially since almost none of them were actually my fault. I'll have you know I'm more disastered-upon than... well, you get the picture.

[timesbureaucrat]

Mate? That's Coordinator to the likes of you.

And I do indeed "get the picture." [Gets the picture that this guy is walking trouble. Makes it or attracts it, it doesn't matter which to Narvin. Trouble is trouble and is something that Narvin does not like. (Despite being the cause of it himself on a regular basis.)]

[utterlykaned]

[Jason already didn't like the attitude, and now it's making him visibly hostile. The vague air of apologetic self-deprecation evaporates, and he straightens out of his slouch and glares.]

Coordinator of what, is that? Making sure everyone's mediocre ties match their tedious, soul-killing shirts? Or is it making the trains run on time?

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin doesn't like Jason's attitude either. He makes a note to find out who this person is so he can assign someone to investigate his timeline. If Narvin's lucky they'll find some sort of temporal violation to charge him with. Because what's the use of being head of a spy agency if you aren't going to use it to make petty trouble for people who annoy you?]

Have you ever heard of Time Lords, Mr...?

[utterlykaned]

I knew it. I crukking knew it.

[The teasing hostility contracts into a stillness composed equally of terror and liquid-nitrogen cold rage.]

Tell me. Just out of curiosity. What was your department doing while one of your own left my whole life on the cutting room floor? No, let me guess - auditing the cleaning bills for your stupid robes? Double checking the forms filled out in triplicate while a whole war got basically... happened out of nowhere under your smug, oblivious noses?

[He's trembling now, and no one's more surprised than Jason at his complete failure to back down or go into placatory mode.]

[kissthatgoodbye]

Hey, sounds like it's about par for the course.

Mine is buried in obligations already, and there are already two of me here, but here I am.

[utterlykaned]

At least there are pictures of you. I've got two clones running around out there myself, but google me and what do you get? A whole bunch of wrestling pics and some darts player with a beard like a hedgerow. It's not good enough.

[kissthatgoodbye]

Hey, careful what you wish for - I have clones, too, and one of 'em is a homicidal lunatic that likes to cut the teeth out of his victims.

[Theatric shudder]

I'll take the dart players and shrub, thanks.

[utterlykaned]

[grin] My ex-wife's clone is the president of Earth. Though I think your teeth thing beats that. Shall we go find a beer?
[he strokes his chin]

I don't have time to grow a full beard, but there might be a dartboard.