he said leave the politics to mad men.

[mightyfallen]

Who: Jack Benjamin, Nuala, Lex Luthor, and Adrian Veidt.
What: Jack meeting with each of the above, separately.
Where: Sobek Croix, Coin's End, and Spit Hearth, respectively.
When: Backdated to Thursday, Friday, and Saturday Givdi, Veerdi, and Sukkardi of last week, while fogspedition was gone.
Notes: In the interests of not spamming the comm, I'll be posting starter-comments to this post for each of the logs that need starting. IF ANYONE ELSE WOULD LIKE A JACK LOG, PLZ PM ME. :D
Warnings: Politicking?

It could be said that Jack is in a bit of a mood. The volunteer he snaps at on Mistdi would say more than that, given the chance, as would the barista who has the misfortune of putting too much cream in his Coardi-morning coffee. Those more familiar with his habits keep an intelligent distance – which he notices sometime Coardi afternoon and decides enough is enough. He has more important things to do than succumb to his own emotions. There's business to attend to, after all.

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weghpohqgqwg[jperb sorry for such a late tag!

[patricide]

Lex finally cracks a hint of a smile, tight lipped and hardly noticeable, but it's there. Everything was precisely what he wanted and what he knew he was capable of getting here or anywhere else. There was no reason he couldn't continue his research that would benefit society at large and make a name for himself while doing so.

"It suits me quite well," Lex says taking a sip from his glass and proceeding to regards its contents. "Though I'm sure you can understand my desire to learn more before I agree to anything on a handshake." He returns his attention to Jack, shifting his position a bit closer. His tone is perfectly cordial, even friendly, but there is no mistaking his reserve. "You know what I want. What is it that you want in return?"

IT'S COOL, this is a slow tag party

[mightyfallen]

For all that Jack's smiles come easily and completely devoid of sincerity, he can appreciate the subtler variety.

"Aside from your fortune, your firstborn, and your immortal soul? I hadn't decided." Which, teasing aside, he realizes is not the most comforting answer, but he has the upper hand in this particular exchange; he doesn't have to be comforting. Out of respect for Lex's intelligence, though, he can be reasonably straightforward. "I'm a politician, Mr. Luther, it suits me to have friends in a variety of places."

Friends who owe him favors, doubly so. He figures Lex can put that much together himself.

[patricide]

"My fortune is inaccessible from this city, I don't intend on having children, and I'm pretty sure any soul I had left me a while ago." He returns the teasing comment easily, both as a means of easily adapting to the tone set in front of him and putting the ball back in Jack's court.

Lex is no stranger to exchanging favors and this opportunity is certainly one that he doesn't want to pass up. For as much as he wants to climb up the social ladder in the city, there is no way he is going to turn over complete trust in Jack. A certain amount of caution however, could afford to be sacrificed. Life was nothing without risk after all.

"So. How do I go about staking my claim in one of these places, friend?" Jack wasn't finished fulfilling his end of the deal. If Lex was going to be owing anybody any favors he was damn sure going to squeeze out all he could of the agreement.