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[never_shall_yield]

Javert does not know how lucky he was to have avoided both the zombie invasion, and Halloween. So he does not feel any particular gratitude at coming up from the office, and finding the place entirely normal. He just deposits a large box on his corner table, sets a pad of paper next to it, a fountain pen on top, and an inkstand to the side.

That done, a rat brings bread and water, and a napkin that directs him to a package left for him at the bar. He does not notice this at first, because he is preoccupied. He sits, picks a random sheet of paper out of the box, stretches his fingers out and begins to transcribe it to proper paper. In proper handwriting. With proper headings, and a uniformity of style. Because someone knows how to keep account of things, unlike anyone else in the security office.

He came up because it was time to eat, but apparently there is no time to stop for repast. If anyone cares to dispute that, they may go and see the state of the office for themselves.



[OOC: Open until the weekend.
ETA: but for tonight, I must beg slowtime for sleep. Am around to continue all tomorrow. Night, all, and thanks to those who tagged. <333]

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[this_isaturn]

"Really, the bigger problem there is that I'm a bit by way of being dead at the moment." It's not a state of affairs David expects to change, despite the phrasing. That's just him taking refuge in sarcasm, as is his habit.
"But having talked to some of the people handling the Warehouse's... current operations, I suppose, though they're nearly a century on from me, I have faith it'll get sorted."

[never_shall_yield]

Javert's expression turns colder.

'It was a general you,' he says, shortly, because does this Englishman really think he had forgotten he was talking to a dead man?

'It is good there are competent staff. Do any others come here?'

[this_isaturn]

"Permit a man to be frustrated with his inability to truly effect a change?" Really, he's only been dead a week, and this was supposed to be his job once they'd set up shop.
David nods. "A few, yes."
He doesn't bother mentioning that one of them is his former partner. (But he is picturing Javert trying to make sense of Helena, and failing utterly. That would be a sight to behold.)

[never_shall_yield]

He inclines his head, a mute apology perhaps. He is not one for change, but is well acquainted with frustration.

'There. They can carry your suggestions to those who might listen. You may yet have success.'

[this_isaturn]

"One of them is one of those who will listen - and I say 'will' because he shares my frustrations."
And if they ever figure out why Mr. Kosan allowed everything to fall into such disarray, David will be quite interested in the answer. In any case, at least he's correcting course now.

[never_shall_yield]

'Well, there you are. You can be useful even after death.'

Not every man can say that.

[this_isaturn]

"There is certainly something to that."