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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[51stcentury]

Jack makes his way to the Hellsing Guild Hall, following the directions that Integra had sent him in their short conversation over the CiD. He wonders if walking up and knocking is too casual, but then they know that he's coming anyway, so. That's exactly what he does. Walks up and knocks, roughly around the time he's scheduled to be there (slightly later, because that's just how Jack works), and is let in by the attendant in the lobby. He waits somewhat patiently while the attendant phones up to the boss to tell her that he'd gotten there, looking around at the surroundings as he does.

[returntous.livejournal.com]

On her way there, Mabel keeps a sharp eye on the shadows. She's been doing that ever since she got here, seeking the dead and the forgotten, the things that stay in corners because they don't want to be seen. She's had mixed luck, most of it in frustratingly brief glimpses. She can't spot anything she can identity for sure, and she's not about to go chasing them down yet. They'll come out eventually. They always do.

Hellsing Guild Hall was an impressive sight, oozing with such officialness that it makes her skin crawl. Everything about this felt weird, going from a network of loosely connected organizations run out of basements or trailer parks to... this. It's almost enough to make her turn and run.

But she needs this job, she needs money for clothes, food, and housing, and it was better to do something she had an actual talent for than try to find the equivalent of a gas station job. She wouldn't look like much, with her ratty jacket and jeans that needed washing, but she had the natural advantage.

Breathing in deep, Mabel forces herself to enter and tells the attendant she's here. That, she tells herself, might just have be the hardest part.

[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.