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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 likes the subjects that have a routine. It makes it easier to track them, and it makes it easier to notice anything out of the ordinary for them. This one, a squat, rotund being with blue skin, slightly stubby arms, legs that don't seem quite capable of supporting him, and four large, black eyes, goes to the same café every day at the same time, rain or shine. Consequently, it's become part of her routine as well, at least until the job's finished.

He even has a regular table. The place is small enough that most days, she takes her coffee to go and sits at one of the tables outside, or heads across the street, waiting for him to head to the next destination. Today, though, it's raining. It means that tables are hard to come by, and Kalinda cannot - will not - share a table with the target of her surveillance; that would defeat the purpose.

The words, "Hi, is this seat taken?" actually leave her lips after she's taken the seat. It isn't taken, and she knows it. Manners are for people who haven't got a job to do, and have more time on their hands.

Her evening meeting went about as well as could be expected, if Kalinda is honest with herself. That disappointment is even registering on her radar is a little shocking to her, but she hasn't quite been herself since the siege on the city. Her physical injuries have healed, at the very least, but it will take her more time to do so mentally.

What it all means is that she's very much enjoying the beer she has in front of her at the bar, while looking a bit more closed off and unapproachable than usual. To those who don't know her anyway.

Arthur sent her his list - always with the lists, it's kind of endearing when it's not infuriating - and Ariadne has added a few items of her own to it, for apartment hunting.

Plus, they may be looking for an apartment for three, now, instead of two. What with Mal being here. So today Ariadne is checking out a few cheaper rentals in Howl Barrow.

She likes this neighborhood - she likes the feel of it, and especially the architecture, which is all over the place. She's not sure how Arthur will feel about it, but if the price is right she can probably override any objections he might have.

Still, the weird architecture can make it difficult to find the right place, and she's trying to walk down the street, craning her head to find the actual street numbers so she can find the right building.

It's rather inevitable that she'll run into someone.

"Oof! Crap, I'm sorry..."

"I'll have to see about tonight, I'm ever so busy--" Irene murmurs to the man whose arm she's resting a light hand on, her mind running through the myriad of things she'd like to say to him, from I prefer your wife to please brush your teeth.

However, he's already bought her a new, upgraded and almost ridiculously expensive CiD (well, back at home, her phone had solid gold inlay and sapphire keys; she has a certain standard when it comes to communication devices) and this week she thinks he'll be good enough to cough up for the imported Bordeaux she likes. Thanks to the necessity of stelanmancy it's far more expensive here than it ever was at home, and at home it wasn't necessarily cheap. His benefits outweigh his (nonetheless numerous) flaws.

He's drawing out their goodbyes, which sets Irene's teeth on edge, but she flutters and laughs and casts looks from under her eyelashes anyway, taking steps backwards and eventually turning to make her escape. If she can get a few more steps away, he'll give up on the idea of running after her and making some sort of romantic gesture, she thinks- romantic gestures don't just irritate her, they also devalue her potential blackmail material. But she can feel him take that step, suddenly overcome by his own hopeless infatuation with the dream Irene has fashioned for him, head probably filled with the notion of dropping her into the sort of kiss where the camera pans around in a 360 whirl and the music swells in the background. Well, she is in no mood to indulge him today, which was why she tried to extricate herself in the first place, knowing that she either had to leave or break character in front of him--

Only one thing for it. "Darling," Irene gasps, hand shooting out to catch the arm of a woman walking by her- a woman she has never met before. "God, I haven't seen you in forever, I thought you'd fallen off the face of Baedal. How are you?"

And from the corner of her eye, she sees the man hesitate on the verge of coming closer- and give in, saving his romantic gestures for another day. Good.

Unfortunately, the thing about this particular move- grabbing someone and pretending to be friends with them in order to discourage someone else from trying to interact with you- is that it works best if the person you grab is someone who doesn't ask questions. So, really, it's unlucky that of all the people in Baedal, Irene's hand landed on the arm of Kalinda Sharma.

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