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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim would rather not be here, it's fair to say. After introducing Sherlock to his new place of work, and securing somewhere modest to live, he'd prefer to be out there thinking up fun ways to terrorise the citizens of Los Santos, and making interior design choices. But seeing as his younger self showed up while he was away and certain things went badly, he figured it was better to come back and make sure the kid couldn't get back in and vent his frustration. Also, three days were up, and there's a certain fiction to maintain.

This is why he can be found at a table by the Observation Window, leafing through magazines that all claim to be able to provide him with the ideal home. He very much doubts it - none of the pictures involve rooms full of computers, a chemist's lab, or any surveillance equipment at all - but some of the paint combinations are nice. It keeps him from trying to find someone who can time-travel him back a few years, so he can throttle himself, at least. 


[OOC: first link is NSFW at the start and end, but fine in the middle. Second is completely SFW, unless teenage tantrums are against your work's regulations.]

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[cottoncandypink]

"Looking at a change in career?"

Wilford leans over Jim's shoulder to get a look at the magazines he's flipping through. Ugh, boring. How does Jim ever have the right to criticise anybody else's hobbies?

Wilford, meanwhile, has lost the mohawk. He's even wearing a necktie and a dark shirt that's a peg up from the cheapest Walmart has to offer.

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh yes, dear,' he murmurs, without looking up.

'It was always a toss-up between consultancy and interior design.'

(He will not dispute the magazines are boring. But if he's going to buy a beautiful house, he's going to make sure it's beautiful through and through.)

'Look at you, getting all grown up. Finally decide the punk look was holding you back?'

[cottoncandypink]

"You telling me you never dressed the part for a role you were playing?"

He did like the mohawk though. Just maybe a little bit. But mohawks are a terrible fashion choice for being taken seriously.

Jim's magazines are boring, so Wilford moves over to the other side of the table with his lunch - in a plain, but obviously brought from home dosirak, because he still can't really afford to have someone else prepare his food. He can't even really afford to prepare his own food, since inside he's just got some very hastily-made gimbap and braised lotus roots.

"So what do you think for the walls in here, then? Blue?"

[just_cant_lose]

'But you are a reporter, and you do dress terribly 99.99 percent of the time. The point-one being the time I made you buy a decent suit.'

He tosses one magazine down, and lifts another.

'Not blue, no.'

[cottoncandypink]

"What's wrong with this?"

Wilford hated Jim's suit on principle, because he doesn't like shopping to begin with, or being told what to do. And any event that requires him to dress like that is an event he doesn't want to go to in the first place.

[just_cant_lose]

'Look at your tie.'

Nothing else needs to be said. And Wilford looked good in the suit! So if course he'd hate it, because he has zero taste.

[cottoncandypink]

"What's wrong with my tie?"

Okay, so this was one of the ones Wilford also hated on principle when it was given to him, but he's had enough time to come back round to it. And now the joke's on... whoever thought they'd piss him off by giving him the tie.

He takes a piece of gimbap from his lunchbox and cranes to look at Jim's magazines. "But you would say that, looking at places like this."

[cook_the_rude]

"Would you really live in something like that?" Hannibal says, approaching from the back and sniggering a little.

Just a very genteel tiny little bit.

[just_cant_lose]

'Would I live in a chintz nightmare? I'd rather cut my own arms off.'

Flip, flip, flip.

'I'm looking for something I like to augment my own style. Hello, Hannibal.'

Chances are he'll just do what he wants anyway, but he needs to work with what Sherlock wants too. And given the state of Baker Street....well. Yeah.

[cook_the_rude]

"So would I," Hannibal says. "And it has entirely too few animal skulls and rococo copperplate prints."

[just_cant_lose]

'Yes, of course, that's what anyone would want in their home.'

Ugh. God, no. Animal skulls? No.

[cook_the_rude]

"Well, I always liked the look," Hannibal says.

[just_cant_lose]

'Why?'

Because, symbolism, probably.

[fry_sandhu]

"Did you hit Buster?" Fry asks, from behind him.

[just_cant_lose]

'Buster?'

Jim does not look up from his magazine.

'I don't think I know anyone by that name.'

[fry_sandhu]

"Wilford Warfstache's dog." Fry says. "I was the dog sitter and I've now been relieved of my duties because my dad isn't happy with me taking care of a dog that's the target of interdimentional assassin."

[just_cant_lose]

'Oh, you mean Bonehead.'

He looks at Fry over the top of his magazine, amused.

'Interdimnetional assassination? Is someone trying to kill him?'

[fry_sandhu]

"Don't call him that, he can't help being not very bright." Fry says. "And he's sustained two head injuries."

[just_cant_lose]

'That's his name.'

Well. It is now, anyway.

'Why were you looking after him to start off with? No, let me guess. Wilford got you to do it. And now no one's looking after him?'

Heh. Perfect.

[foolyoutwice]

That's not a familiar face--but at the same time, it is. And is his face familiar to Jim? Let's find out.

Loki settles onto a nearby seat with his own reading, and waits to see if anything happens.

[just_cant_lose]

It's a familiar face, and one he was hoping to see. The corner of his mouth turns up, though he doesn't look away from the page of his magazine.

'How long's it been? Seventeen years? You don't look a day older, my dear.'

[foolyoutwice]

"You do. I can't imagine you mind. No offense to your younger self, but..." Who'd want to be that age?

[just_cant_lose]

'I don't mind. I didn't mind then, either.'

Jim hated being that age, but no one's going to tell him he didn't look good.

'Found your way around yet?'

[foolyoutwice]

"I'm adapting, thanks." He's a very adaptable person! "And before you ask, yes I've been told the rules. Everyone seems very insistent on that point."

Not that Jim would have asked, of course.

[just_cant_lose]

The way he blinks should make it obvious that it never once occurred to him to think about the rules.

'I'm so glad. The last thing we need is someone who doesn't follow the rules around here.'

Jim lowers his magazine, and picks his cup of tea up.

'Loki of Asgard. Related to Thor, I assume? Or you know him, at least.'