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[cutting_edgex23]

X settles at a corner table, Security badge affixed to her belt.

It's paperwork time.

(Or maybe research time into how Bar can possibly feed patrons that live on life energy. Surely there is a historical example somewhere.)

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[just_cant_lose]

it is not paperwork time. It's Talk To Jim time, as evidenced by the drink with curly straws placed in front of her. And...Jim, who flops into the chair opposite and grins at her.

He is dressed for the beach. Half of his face is a bruise, now moving from purple and black towards yellow and green. He has a kitten sticker on his cheek.

'So, you can't time travel? Very disappointed, darling.'

[cutting_edgex23]

"We can travel to the microverse."

X shrugs, one-shouldered and quick.

"It is more entertaining."

Beat.

"I can ask? Who you want to talk to. In a different time."

[just_cant_lose]

'We can travel to the microverse later, yes, that would be nice.'

Yay! He sucks some of his daiquiri through a (sadly non-curly) straw, and puts his feet up on a chair.

'Myself, obviously.'

[cutting_edgex23]

As long as the provided drink is a root beer float -- and is not dosed with drugs -- X will drink it.

(She checks first.)

"Oh. Notes are not enough? Or you want to see his face. To know what he is thinking."

[ostro_goth]

Teja is there, looking slightly weary and noddingnhis greetings to X.

[cutting_edgex23]

X nods back, nudging a chair with her foot in order to move it away from the table a bit.

Call it an invitation.

[ostro_goth]

Teja sits.

"There have been many that are new, lately," he ventures.

[childofrebellion]

Cassian has a brief break between shifts and when he finds Milliways in the 'fresher again, he's happy to enter without his disguise.

On his way to the counter, he notes X's Security badge and once he has a caf approaches her, "Excuse me, I'm new and trying to learn about how Security works here?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X has looked up well before Cassian even finishes his approach.

"Okay. If you break the rules, we stop you. Then you are arrested. Sometimes the sentence is cell time. Sometimes it is chores."

Beat.

"Most people do not like mucking the stables."

This pause is longer, then she reaches out with her foot and nudges a second chair away from the table.

"You can sit. If there are more questions."

[childofrebellion]

He sits down as that sounds much fairer than the other man had said, "Yes, how much freedom does every member of Security have on the punishments given and who is in charge?"

[no_more_hiding]

At some point in X's research, Hank wonders in from a train yard in his world. He's more worn than usual and heads to Bar for a more substantial meal then he's been getting. He takes off his fedora and opens the trench, before taking a seat.

A scent he recognizes catches his awareness, and he takes a few minutes to identify it (X's) and to try and parse what information he can from it (not much, he's still learning). Eventually, he turns to follow it and see how much of what he determined is correct.

[cutting_edgex23]

X is already watching him, and perhaps has been this whole time.

Waiting.

[no_more_hiding]

Hank is delighted to find he was right on one account of his deductions, and smiles broadly in greeting.

Wait, is that paperwork or research? Both things he has missed since leaving the CIA. (Hank is an odd one.)

He grabs his food, fish and chips, and heads over to see if she might be open to company. "Hello, X. Seems like quite a project."

[diehard_daniel]

Daniel walks in with his arms full of his own paperwor, a laptop, and an ancient datapad. He deposits all if this on a table right next to X where he starts to organize himself. He opens the laptop and navigates to a file that he is working on. On the screen is a picture of an older Wraith with a starburst tattoo on his face. Daniel pulls up a document file, next and starts to proof read it.

A rat shows up with a carafe of coffee and a mug.

Daniel has been working with Guide in modern time and his hive. He may have the scent of the Wraith and the ship on him. Though who knows.

At least Ember was willing to speak with him about Wraith society. The change they were facing was monumental, and they were very long lived.

[cutting_edgex23]

He does.

X's nostrils flare and she looks over, watching Daniel for a moment.

"No one has tried to eat you. Here."

Right?

[diehard_daniel]

"No," says Daniel looking up from his laptop, "why?"

[iprotectyou]

"Hoi, X!" Baze says as he approaches, with his staff slung over one armored shoulder. He's as cheerful as he ever is when Chirrut isn't getting into trouble. "How are you?"

[cutting_edgex23]

X looks up, expression composed as ever.

"I am okay."

Beat.

"You are, too?"

He looks it, but one can never be sure. (Unless one is X and using her nose, but it is still polite to ask.)

[iprotectyou]

"Oh, sure, I'm well," Baze says, with a quick grin. "Thanks for asking. You look busy, though. What are you researching, if you don't mind telling me?"

[guppy_sandhu]

After a loud bang, Guppy comes inside with mud on his chin, and makes a beeline for X.

"Something... something just exploded." he says, with a wide gesture of emphasis.

[cutting_edgex23]

X heard it, too, but it was far away.

She stands anyway, head tilting as she studies Guppy.

"You were there?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"I was outside, doing relaxation exercises. I didn't see where it came from, but I could show you a direction." Guppy says, wiping the mud off his chin.

It hasn't been a very relaxing afternoon, unfortunately. He takes a breath and tries to slow his pulse down.

[adamantiumloner]

Sometime after she's settled in, a rootbeer float is set down at her elbow (complete with purple curly straw) and one of the other chairs at her table is pulled out to seat Logan.

He himself has a beer, and leans back in his chair to put boots up on the tabletop, mindful of the paperwork.

"Don'tcha got a deputy or somethin' to handle that mess for you?" He'd suggest Lan, if the guy is around anymore.

[cutting_edgex23]

Lan has been gone a long time. X misses him, when she thinks about it.

"No. Everyone is lazier than me."

This is not difficult.

"Or their writing is not generally legible."

[adamantiumloner]

"Hn," Logan grunts.

Taking a pull from his beer, he considers a moment, then gestures with his hand in the air as if mapping out a sign.

"Wanted: one secretary t'put up with the bullshit from the security office."

Sounds like a great job ad to him.