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.

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[suninhades]

It's fine; Integra has sturdy hands, and she's used to much stronger opponents than thick wool and lining. Once that's attached, she leads him out of her office, and begins the trek through the medieval structure. It's clearly been retrofitted to be compatible with (relatively) modern amenities, and while some parts are more put together than others, much of the has only been reconstructed to functional levels.

"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.

[51stcentury]

"No tech staff, huh..." Jack's a little surprised at that, considering the background he's coming from. Torchwood was rather tech heavy and tech savvy. He doesn't know quite what to make of it, in all honesty. "You guys don't have anyone that might be on some sort of tech staff for this place, then?"

[suninhades]

"Some of my aids can work things well enough - better than I can - but it's been a difficult track. It's not a trade often taught, here, due to the resource situation. Besides the CiDs, which some people go so far as to claim to be gifts from the gods," and she is clearly dubious about that, "Technology is notably inconsistent. But we've supplemented with magic, because we've had to."

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."

[51stcentury]

Jack makes a note of where this room is and how organized it is as well (hopefully they'll have someone coming in every once and a while to tidy up after him, because he's never been so great at putting things back where they came from). He could definitely use some of these things to make other things. The power supplies bit is going to be a little hard, though. He'll see what he can do.

"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.