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Happy Hour

Charles has spent the day in the library reading some old friends of books that he doesn't have in Washington DC as well as some new ones.

The time passed faster than he realized and when he orders a drink, he laughs before starting to go through the drink book. Tonight will be inspired by those he loves.

Specials
Sex Magnet
Over the Rainbow
Alternatini
Share a story of someone who has changed your life for the better and your drink is free.

Then he pours himself a Scotch and waits to see who will arrive.

Tiny tag: Daryl Dixon
(OOC: Charles is listening passively to thoughts, please include them in your narration. Threadhop and enjoy, we made it to the weekend. I'm falling asleep. And closed for new tags, tahnk you for a fun happy hour.

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"You don't have to do just one. I'm happy to listen to however many you want to tell. What would you like to drink?"

She looks in need of a drink, he doesn't full understand her thoughts other than her experiences were draining.

"Mountain Dew? Still got a case report ahead of me for the night."
Artie was waist-deep in stuff for Pete and Myka's case when the Florida ping came in, so Claudia got to play senior agent to someone a hundred years her senior (give or take a decadeish). At least she's got the Slenderman report out of the way.

"Any particular color?" Calling them flavors doesn't seem quite right to Charles.

"Just the regular one." Claudia makes a face. "The red one tastes nasty, so I gave up on trying the other ones."

He nods and finds her one, "Here you are. I hadn't realized you were here for the Slenderman attacks."

"Actually, I made a point of not being here for most of it, once I knew what was going on. Don't know if you saw the infodump, but that was me - the guy's an Internet meme in my world and I have a vested interest in making sure he stays that way. And things were really nuts at home at the time, so I didn't need a haunting following me back."
Artie deciding to act like a five-year-old over the HG stuff was bad enough.

"No, not until after he was defeated. He got through my defenses,"

There was more but he feels certain Claudia can get an idea from that beginning. It's still not easy to speak of.

"...Shit. I'm sorry."
No matter how that went, it can't have been pretty, so she's not about to press for details.

"I've recovered, thank you and I know that he will not be returning."

"And I found out what to do if he breaks out of the Tubes at home, so... won't say it didn't have its useful points. But we all could've done without it."
Like the apocalypse.
"Take it that brought on the story hour?"

"It did, yes, I had my fill of darkness."

"Yeah, when it comes it comes in packs."
She goes quiet for a while, sorting through the various story-hour possibilities.
"Okay, here's one for you. I'm currently working with HG Wells."

"The author?"

"Yeah, but her brother was the public face. Seems people had a hard time accepting the fact that Helena was brainstorming all this science fiction stuff."
The mental image of HG that comes to Claudia's mind first it from the recent case - a woman perhaps in her 30s, dark hair, definitely attractive, wearing a suit and a pair of purple gloves and looking confusedly at a deflated basketball.
(Deflating it was the best way to deactivate it. It wouldn't fit in the static bag otherwise, and they hadn't brought any goo.)

His eyebrows stay up as she looks in good condition, "How is she still alive?"

"You can thank the bronze sector for that. Yes, it's exactly what it sounds like." Aaaaaand more than a little creepy.
"She got a little... carried away with trying to undo her daughter's death. And I don't know if she's actually worked through everything to do with that, but the guys in charge decided she'd earned a second chance. Artie wasn't very thrilled, but so far it's going okay."

"Was she conscious in the bronze?" That's a horrible punishment.

"According to Artie, that's how it works. I haven't asked either of them for more details."
There are some things she's just better off not contemplating. She only hopes it didn't feel like a hundred years.

Charles shudders and takes a long drink of his Scotch.

"She seems to be coping pretty well so far. And even though she's still playing catch-up on everything she missed, I gotta say, it's nice having another tech-minded person around the place."
Now that the periscope's fixed, they've turned their attention to the message tube. That'll save a lot of time if they can get it working right again.

"Do you work well together?"

"I think so. Even when she doesn't know why Magic Johnson's All-Star game ball is a problem. She's got a better investigative streak than I do. She works best with Myka, though."

"Do you change around partners or does everyone have their place?"

It sounds as if there's a fair amount of adaptability at the Warehouse.

"Usually Pete and Myka are the field team and me and Artie hold down the fort, but it depends on what else is going on. This time around Artie was already taking care of info for something Pete and Myka were looking into. Went on a case with Myka once because Pete was told to stay home for a while."
They can all work well together, so it works out all right. (Well, at least she's assuming HG and Artie could carry a case if they had to, but she doesn't think anyone's ready to test that if they don't have to.)