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drifting away, i'm one with the sunsets
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.
... 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.
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God, she hopes this man never does anything to his head.
"I'm hardly interested in your soul, Captain Harkness. Your leadership and fieldwork experience, however - I don't have many section chiefs, as it were, and if you'd be willing to handle a variety of calls for a while until we sort out where you're the most suited to, I think I can put you to work overseeing a few people, and getting out there and annoying some monsters."
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He sits back in his chair. "I'm gonna assume that because you're talking about putting me as a section chief, that I guess I nailed this interview, then, huh?" he asks, with a wide grin.
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Do you know what time it is now, Jack? It's more paperwork time. "Of course all our work here is confidential within the organization," she tells him as she produces things for him to fill out. "Politicians tend to hate us, and we stay as clear from the Militia as possible. I employ several non-humans, one of which has a tendency to sneak up on people for kicks, so don't take that exceptionally personally."
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"As for the rest of it, I'm used to politicians not giving a hoot about us, and I've no idea what the Militia here is like, but if it's anything close to UNIT then good riddance, as far as I'm concerned. As for non-humans, I've been traveling all over time and space. I'm pretty used to all different sorts." He shoots her a smile, walking a fine line between professional and flirty as he speaks.
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As for his almost-flirting, well. Perhaps it's obvious that she doesn't seem to be noticing it, or at least, she doesn't seem to be recognizing it for what it is. Maybe she just thinks Jack is extremely smiley. "Excellent." Here, have all these papers. "Thankfully our political liaison has has joined us - thankfully for our contextual presence, anyway, I'm sure she'd prefer to be at home - and Princess Nuala is adept far beyond what my patience permits." Dry, that last bit.
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"So. Am I gonna have to fill this all out here and now, or...?" It's obvious that paperwork really isn't his thing, but that the sooner he can do it and get it out of the way the better it will be for everyone. Especially Ianto, because the poor man might end up being bribed into doing most of it for Jack, in the end.
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"I've time to give you a brief tour, if you'd like, but as we're in prime operating hours at present you may have to take a joke with my attention span."
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When they finish, Jack caps his pen and hands her the paperwork back and cocks a grin at her. "If you wouldn't mind, a tour would be lovely. Nice to know what sort of a facility I'm getting myself into signing up for this place, you know?"
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"I have to put this on you manually," she explains, and holds it up in the direction of his jacket lapel, if he doesn't mind. "It's charmed not to work if anyone else does it; it's a pass through the wards. Princess Nuala makes individual ones for employees now that she's returned, so you can look forward to not bothering with this, as soon as she's had time."
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"Hermetic, as is my family's specialty," she confirms, "Along with Fae magic courtesy of the Princess, and some other ingenious contributions from a handful of particularly gifted employees."
She points out the door to the basement, and a narrow, spiral stone stairwell that leads from the second floor to the inner courtyard. (There's a less nerve-wracking exit on the other end of the building.) "We don't have a tech staff, as specialists of that nature here are rare, and with the raw material situation making it very difficult to remain well-stocked on firearms and ammunition, it's a necessity to be creative with our armaments." Thus, magic.
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Being from 1999, Integra hadn't switched Hellsing at home over from paper archives quite yet, even - the technology she's most familiar with is the sort that comes in the form of anti-aircraft missiles. "We've stockpiled everything we've come across, however, in the event we ever end up with a functioning department of that nature." In fact, she takes a detour, then, to head down to a secure room near the armory so she can show him the tech graveyard (for lack of a better word).
Dead laptops, micro chips, compact particle accelerators, broken things not of Earth - a plethora of bits and pieces, laid out on shelves, neatly ordered. She fusses with a lightbulb to get the room illuminated. It's organized, if clearly disused. "We could probably sell a lot of this for petty cash, but I've had them hang on to anything that looked useful. If you can make anything of what's in here..." she shrugs. Have at it, Jack. "Power supplies and replacement parts are a huge issue, here. Just like bullets."
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"Yeah, I've noticed that about the tech here. It's kinda behind the times, even by 21st century standards. I'll see what I can make from this, though." He grins at her. "I went to military school in the 51st century. I'm pretty sure I might be able to swing a few things out of whatever you've got in here, given that you've got the right parts. Repair's going to be a bit more tricky, though..." That is, when he's not throwing himself out into the field. Which will happen often.