drifting away, i'm one with the sunsets

[suninhades]

Who: Integra Hellsing with Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, and Mabel Albans respectively.
What: Job interviews!
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall.
When: This afternoon and the next morning.
Notes: Different threads! Go nuts. Also YES MABEL GOT ADDED IN HERE because stuff would have happened about on the same day and... we're lazy about making new log posts.
Warnings: Does Jack need a warning label?

Perhaps it's for the best that they won't be coming together - the questions Integra has for Jack are strikingly different than for Ianto, after a point. I's strange to think that she'll have no history with Ianto, but they were never particularly close; perhaps it's only strange that Owen isn't alongside him. But that's not something she has time to reflect upon in anything besides a strategic manner - she writes out her notes for what she needs to ask, then puts away the paper, committing everything to memory easily with the exercise.

... And then it's all paperwork and managing bumping cases as she waits. By the time Jack is scheduled to arrive, she's actually in the process of walking back up from the basement, but the attendant in the lobby will be able to ping her easily enough regardless.

Comments

[coffeeking]

Ianto arrives at the Hellsing Guild Hall approximately ten minutes before the designated time he's to meet with Integra. Punctual, and properly early, as always. He's greeted by someone he immediately pegs as 'general support', much to his own silent amusement. Pleasantries are exchanged, and Ianto settles into a chair in the lobby to wait.

[suninhades]

General support is accurate, though to work at Hellsing one must have a high level of tolerance for the violent and the strange, or at least a very particular sense of humor. It's a curious group of people, even on the clerical staff.

Integra appears to collect him ten minutes after his arrival on the dot - she's busy enough that her schedule ends up running close to the wire on all accounts. She greets him and extends one gloved hands. "Mr Jones, thank you for coming. I apologize for the odd hours I keep."

[coffeeking]

In that respect, Hellsing is not unlike Torchwood. Ianto feels strangely at home here already, much more so than he does in the rest of Baedal.

"Not at all," he assures, shaking her hand firmly, but gently enough to be considered polite. "I'm rather accustomed to odd hours."

[suninhades]

She nods; good - and gestures for him to walk with her to her office. (She thinks for a moment she should have made it closer to the lobby, considering how many times she's walked this track in the past week.) "I'll get this out of the way first," she begins, as they're still walking, "I'm sure you've gathered thanks to Princess Nuala that yourself on another timeline has worked for Hellsing before. Due to that I'm inclined to hire you without much further fuss over the matter, but there's obviously plenty of things to go over. Beyond that, I'm content not to bring it up again, as I can only imagine what a bloody headache that phenomenon is for you."