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Who: Kalinda Sharma and various. Could be you!
What: A week in the life of an investigator doing surveillance.
Where: All over the city.
When: Any time!
Notes: I've got thread starters for Arthur and Steph, but all are welcome! The settings are flexible, so feel free to come up with whatever. I will roll with it!
Warnings: None as of yet.

Kalinda hasn't been getting near as much extra work as she would like. Rather, she isn't making as much money from her extra work as she would like. Money isn't tight, exactly, but it isn't as abundant as she's used to it being. So much of what she does is built on her image, and that image requires maintenance, that maintenance requires cash. She has a feeling her current assignment, which has had her running from one end of the city to the other, isn't going to result in her being paid the previously agreed upon amount, being as how it's not producing the result her client hoped for.

Fortunately, she took half up front.

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Kalinda does take that offered hand and shakes firmly, like someone who's used to her handshake being her first impression. "We?" She doesn't look around to see if Ariadne's with anybody. She did that before she decided to run into her. "Well, it's a nice place from what I've seen so far. Your would-be neighbours seem friendly." She's been door to door some already. "I think I saw a place for rent down the block a ways," she points helpfully in the direction she came from.

"We're... in the same cohort, aren't we? CeidaryBlue. You must be looking to move out of the Valhalla."

"Me, and Arthur. And possibly our... friend, Mal," she says with a shrug. "But yeah. We haven't been here very long, but we'd like to get out of the inn pretty soon - neither of us cares much for it. We figured pooling our resources might let us get out a bit sooner than if we did it on our own."

She glances up the street, a smile on her face. "I like this place. It's quirky."

"Yeah," Kalinda agrees with a nod of her head. "That's a good strategy. Getting out of the inn early on is a good move. It might be cramped with the three of you just starting out, but once you find your footing, moving into something more spacious shouldn't be tough."

Her brow doesn't quite furrow, but there is this sense that something has just occurred to Kalinda. Whether it has, or whether she's only playing at the realisation being sudden is up for debate. "Curious, don't you think? Three of you arriving so close together? The city works in mysterious ways."

"It shouldn't be tough," Ariadne says with a certain amount of confidence. "Arthur's good at making money, and I've already got some job prospects." She watches Kalinda's face turn thoughtful, and shrugs slightly.

"Maybe there's some kind of reasoning behind it - it doesn't feel like a coincidence, exactly, but it's tough to say. Arthur and I have been a couple of... places together. Mal... well, I don't think she's exactly the Mal from our universe."

That's not really a notion that Kalinda can completely empathise with, but she can at least understand the concept. "I haven't had the good fortune to run across anyone I knew from home. Or maybe that good fortune is theirs." There's a strong argument to be made there. "There's plenty of opportunity in the city for anyone ambitious enough to go for it, I'll give it that." Kalinda doesn't quite smile, but there's a hint of warmth to her tone, an appreciation. "You seem to have that figured out already."

"I'm... sorry to hear that. I mean... I'm glad I don't have to face this place on my own."

Ariadne tilts her head a little. "I got lucky, though. I'm an architect, and from what I've heard and seen, this place could use a few architects.

"What do you do?"

Kalinda is quick to wave off Ariadne's sympathy. "It's fine. I've never been one to stay in one place for too long," though the city seems determined to change that, if the generations of people here is anything to go by, "so this is just like any other move." Her head cants to one side, as if considering what she just said. "Apart from the magic, superpowers, and xenians, I suppose."

It's just a little difference there, really. "An architect... Yeah, this place could use someone like that. More than a few buildings in the city could use a redesign after... I'm sure you heard about it already." Which really just means Kalinda doesn't want to talk about it. Not right now anyway. "I'm the in-house investigator for Alan Shore. He's an attorney over in Spit Hearth." You know, just in case you should ever need an attorney or anything. Just saying.

"Except forced upon you against your will," Ariadne points out. "And you can't leave of your own free will, either." That's a depressing thought, so she pushes it aside.

It's easy enough to do, knowing she's got a puppy waiting for her.

"Yeah, I heard, some. I'm sorry all of that happened, but I have to admit, it's making it really easy for me to find work. Arthur and I will have a nice place in no time."

She tilts her head at Kalinda at her job description. "An investigator, huh? What sort of investigating do you do?" And, of course, what sort of attorney is this Mr. Shore, but she's not actually asking that aloud. Yet.

"There is that," Kalinda agrees dryly. And it is depressing, if she were the sort to give in to those kinds of feelings. (She can be, but she'll deny it to her dying breath.) She similarly allows the conversation to move on. "And look, a silver lining." If people really bought into the notion that the city brings people here for a reason, perhaps rebuilding is Ariadne's.

As to the nature of her work, Kalinda shifts her weight slightly, still casual. "Whatever I'm put on the scent of. I figure out what the facts of a case are, whatever they are, and figure out how it can best help the client."

"My mom says every cloud has one. Silver linings, that is." Ariadne smiles faintly, shoving her hands in her pockets. She's not sure if she buys the idea that they're all brought here for a reason, but she also hasn't been here long enough to form too many opinions about the situation.

"So is he a defense attorney of some sort? Is he a real hardass?" She attempts it as a kind of joke, but she's interested in knowing - what kind of person is she, and what kind of person does she choose to work for?

It sounds like she might have a lot of useful information, but knowing what kind of person she is, might indicate how willing she'd be to share. With her, or with Arthur. She knows Arthur will want to find out everything he can about Baedal.

Kalinda can't say that she's fully sold on the idea that there's a reason each of them was kidnapped, either. She isn't even completely certain that this whole thing isn't some kind of dream, and that she isn't actually lying in a hospital bed in a coma back in Chicago. But in all the strange dreams she's ever had, none of them have even come close to this. It's best to treat it like reality, she figures.

To the question of whether or not Alan Shore is a hardass, Kalinda tips her head to one side, as if slightly annoyed because it may be true. "Yeah," she delivers somewhat flatly, "he really rides me." She's creating a truly sterling reputation for Shore here. Truly. Then she lifts her brows, provides some levity. "I like my job."

It may be the most honest thing she's said all day.

Ariadne could tell her for certain that they aren't dreaming. Well, as far as her totem is concerned, at least. But mum's the word on all of that. As far as everyone in Baedal (except Arthur) is concerned, she's just an architect. The real world sort.

Whatever constitutes "the real world" at this point, anyway.

"Liking what you do is important," she says with a grin. "There's really no point, if you don't. As far as I'm concerned, anyway."

Ariadne's idealism is as endearing as it is sickening in its saccharine sort of way. To Kalinda, at least, but she's admittedly more cynical than most. Idealism is something that others wear better than she does, in her opinion.

"You're not wrong there. And speaking of work, I should get back to it. It was nice meeting you. I'm sure I'll see you around, yeah?" She smiles with some warmth before she backs up a step and glances over her shoulder to make sure her mark has moved on.

"Ah, yeah, you too," Ariadne says, a little sheepish. She didn't mean to keep Kalinda from her very important job, after all.

"And, hey, if you ever find yourself in need of an architect, I offer good rates to people in the cohort." Her pitch is coming along nicely, if she says so herself.

Oh, she's positively precious. "Thanks. I'll keep you in mind." With a little wave, Kalinda turns to hurry off down the lane on her way to her next stop. When she gets far enough that she's out of sight, that's when she'll take out her notebook and make note of their conversation. There's something about Ariadne that Kalinda likes, a potential for something, and that's worth keeping an eye out for her.

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