my life is trapped in these lines, that's why i'm packing these nines

[suninhades]

Who: Princess Nuala, Integra Hellsing, and everyone who's made an appointment for a job interview at Hellsing.
What: Job interviews.
Where: Hellsing Guild Hall, Sobek Croix.
When: Various times after this post.
Notes: If your character has an interview just start a new thread! You may get Integra, you may get Nuala, you may get both. If you have a preference, say so in your subject line or harass one of us, we are easy to find.
Warnings: Bureaucracy?

In the midst of rising tension in the city, Hellsing is busier than usual. New blood (ha, hah) is always welcome, but especially so these days. The guild hall is perhaps oddly quiet, though it's only because most agents are out on cases. Those with appointments will be seen promptly.

Comments

[suninhades]

That Jim sounds proud, perhaps almost privately irritated at having this explained to him in small words (she'd be, anyway) - Integra appreciates it. Wary as she is about running this risk again, she doesn't have a choice. At least this time it's out in the open from the start, and if she lets Alucard off his chain in a fit of pique eventually, at least this man had a warning.

"Then it's settled, as far as I'm concerned." She begins to pull out some paperwork.

[captaincocksure]

Jim is certainly proud--proud of Starfleet, proud of his place in it, proud of his service, short-lived though it is so far. He'd probably be more irritated at this explanation back home, but he does realize that he's new here, speaking to someone unfamiliar with him and with Starfleet, so he can be forgiving. That and it sounds like Integra had a hell of a time with the last guy in this job; he doesn't blame her for wanting to make damned sure that's a particular headache she won't have to repeat.

He smiles, pleased, at her declaration. "Thank you, Sir. What resources are available to me to help get me up to speed with the kinds of threats the Guild faces? I'd like to take advantage of the current calm to give myself a better grounding in the subject."

[suninhades]

And now: paperwork. Loads of it.

"You're quite lucky in that Sir Martel is already an employee; he trains some of my would-be field agents. I'm sure he'd be able to help you." The way she says it makes it sound like Martel doesn't have a choice (he shan't) but that she's fond of him regardless. "I'd you'd like to shadow me and go out with a few agents to get a feel for our day to day hurdles, that would be acceptable."

[captaincocksure]

Paperwork! Jim sympathizes. He just learned all about paperwork.

"I'll have Martel give me some guidance, then," he agrees. "And I think some shadowing would be helpful to me. I think I can better understand the tactical decisions needed in a crisis if I have a better grasp of day-to-day operations.

[suninhades]

Well that's handy, because some of it's for Jim to fill out! Integra hands it over.

"Excellent. We'll do that immediately - after I'm done sorting through applicants, anyway, which will take a few days. I consider myself strict but not impossibly cruel, and I'm not about to subject you to sitting here doing that." See, she's got a sense of humor under there. "I can put you on the CiD channel filter and then get this going, shall we?"

[ about wrapped with this y/n/pancakes? ]

[captaincocksure]

It's... paperwork. On actual paper. Sure, the word is still used where he's from, but it's a holdover from older times. The so-called paperwork is electronic. This is... paperwork, properly on paper, and it kind of delights him a little.

He reaches for a pen, hoping his handwriting will pass muster.

He grins at Integra. "I think that's a good start, yeah. Thank you, Sir."

[yy, let's leave it here :D ]