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the_last_resort2015-01-09 10:42 pm
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Open Log
Who: Narvin and OPEN
What: Narvin at work and off work (Also, Gallifreyan food is mostly terrible.)
When: Month 11, Day 14
Where: Museum Laboratory and Xyma's House Restaurant
Notes & Warnings:
The lab was different with Dr. Bishop gone. (Quieter and tidier for one thing.) But he'd been hoping to exchange notes with his colleague on the spawner technology. Now that was impossible. So he was on his own with the spawner. He'd borrowed one of the original spawners from the museum collections--an ancient relic excavated from the ruined city, not one of the new commercial spawners created by reverse engineering the old alien tech--and was carefully hooking up a Gallifreyan interface screen to a few of the spawner's diodes.
So far, people have just mimicked the technology. But Narvin wanted to know how it works, and know it well enough to start making significant alterations of his own to the tech.
Xyma’s House didn't have the homey restaurant atmosphere of F'nayalip and Joe's All Day Eats, but Narvin didn't care about homey. What Xmya's House had that brought Narvin there was an extensive menu off off-world cuisine, including Gallifreyan nutritional disks: tasteless round bites with the texture of styrofoam coated in plastic. The colourful shells made them appear almost interesting, but it was all a lie. The colours were coding to indicate what assortment of minerals and nutrients were in which disk.
It was a little taste of home, and Narvin came at least once a week. The server didn't bother to give him a menu any more, just placed the order as soon as Narvin sat down. They didn't take any preparation, so a plate of colourful disks reminiscent of oversized skittles was placed in front of him. He delicately stabbed a green one with a fork and contemplated it before sticking it in his mouth.
What: Narvin at work and off work (Also, Gallifreyan food is mostly terrible.)
When: Month 11, Day 14
Where: Museum Laboratory and Xyma's House Restaurant
Notes & Warnings:
The lab was different with Dr. Bishop gone. (Quieter and tidier for one thing.) But he'd been hoping to exchange notes with his colleague on the spawner technology. Now that was impossible. So he was on his own with the spawner. He'd borrowed one of the original spawners from the museum collections--an ancient relic excavated from the ruined city, not one of the new commercial spawners created by reverse engineering the old alien tech--and was carefully hooking up a Gallifreyan interface screen to a few of the spawner's diodes.
So far, people have just mimicked the technology. But Narvin wanted to know how it works, and know it well enough to start making significant alterations of his own to the tech.
Xyma’s House didn't have the homey restaurant atmosphere of F'nayalip and Joe's All Day Eats, but Narvin didn't care about homey. What Xmya's House had that brought Narvin there was an extensive menu off off-world cuisine, including Gallifreyan nutritional disks: tasteless round bites with the texture of styrofoam coated in plastic. The colourful shells made them appear almost interesting, but it was all a lie. The colours were coding to indicate what assortment of minerals and nutrients were in which disk.
It was a little taste of home, and Narvin came at least once a week. The server didn't bother to give him a menu any more, just placed the order as soon as Narvin sat down. They didn't take any preparation, so a plate of colourful disks reminiscent of oversized skittles was placed in front of him. He delicately stabbed a green one with a fork and contemplated it before sticking it in his mouth.
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"So what do you got that's useful? No petty bullshit. I want the good stuff." The stuff that he can use to his advantage, especially in finding new places to position his operatives.
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He leaned back in his chair and organizes what information he's acquired by other means into neat little mental piles.
"I know a great deal about Wynter, the newest security officer. He's inexperienced. All book learning and training in controlled environments, very little field experience. I believe Peter Bishop has been looking for his father, Dr. Bishop. If you or your people have information on Dr. Bishop, where he is or what happened to him, his son might be willing to buy. I suspect that Dr. Belloq is stealing artifacts, but I also suspect you already know that. He also recently hired Jade to document the dig, but I'm not certain if she's in on his thievery or not."
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"You just gotta use the right words or look in the right places."
Which, getting Narvin to use the right words was kind of hard. "Play up that cultural idiot bullshit. It makes humans sympathetic and they'll want to get close to you so they can help you out. Act a little bit like a douche, let someone school you a little, and eventually they'll start to open up." He decided on what he wanted to take back with him and put the wine menu down.
"The Wynter guy's got Time Lord abilities, right? Best to give him a little range and let circumstances take care of themselves." If he was inexperienced, at least Chau had the warning to lay low. But that meant Jabba was an open target.
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He thought of Chief Kay explaining things to him, wondered if he should mention any of it to Mr. Chau. After a moment, decided not to. It wasn't as if Kay really opened up anyway. The man was like an Alvarrixian oyster. He didn't open up easily or readily.
"Wynter is a Time Lord, yes, with all that implies. And very eager in his work."
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His food came finally, and he held his lips carefully with his gratitude, not looking fully at the waiter so they couldn't see the scar- there were several reasons that Hannibal Chau didn't like appearing in public.
"Be polite to your superiors in this business because the only way you maintain obedience among criminals is to remind them that disobedience is worse than prison. Obedience gets you a lot of fringe benefits. When you're out there, a little bit of assiness gets you anger, and then sympathy for your uncertainty.
"Be careful with that sympathy, though. You start believing in it too much, you lose your advantage. The fact of the matter is they give it to you because they think you're an idiot and an asshole and it feels just so good for them to think they're changing the world." Chau knew. Chau was an asshole, and he knew that people liked to have their ego stroked by thinking that they chipped away from his protective veneer.
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"I disagree that impoliteness is the same as disobedience, however." Even now he couldn't stop arguing a little. "Well, maybe to someone like Jabba, and if I ever find myself face-to-jowl with him I'll use all the appropriate obsequities, but wouldn't you rather have an employee who was competent and loyal than one who was falsely polite?"
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"Your disagreement is noted," he said with a serious expression, taking a single, thinly sliced bite.
While he would put up with a small level of banter- he was who he was. A boss who had to maintain impressions. Talked back too much, and someone might start disobeying. They'd side with the other party, and he couldn't have that. He knew about Narvin's friendships, too. Allies were allies, and unless they became a problem for him directly, he wasn't going to act on it.
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He cleared his throat and let his hands rest in his lap to reestablish a calm and unconcerned demeanour.
"Thank you. ...sir." He hadn't called anyone sir since Coordinator Vansell had died. The word felt strange on his tongue.