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[grip_on_reality]

Characters: DI Menzies (grip_on_reality), Agent K (most_feared), and Christopher Chareau de Red (inhumanity)
Location: In the kitchen
Time: After Menzies leaves Christopher this message
Summary: Menzies and Agent K try to talk some sense into Christopher after York's murder.
Warnings: None.

[Menzies and Kay are sitting at the table in the kitchen, waiting for Christopher to arrive. she has set out a plate of cinnamon rolls in the center of the table, remembering Christopher's excitement over baked goods and hoping it will act as a sort of peace offering--not that she plans to let him off easy in the least. but she figures if they have any hope of making progress through words, they have to show some good will to start--and she sincerely hopes they can make progress through words]

[as she waits, she's working idly on paperwork and munching on a basket of chips. Kay, meanwhile, seems engrossed in A Tale of Two Cities. she's wondering how long it might take for him to arrive. thank goodness time is irrelevant on the Plane--outside of the boredom of waiting, of course. she drums her free hand on the table as she writes, her only outward gesture of tension. she's ready to get this over with]

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[inhumanity]

[When Christopher arrives, it's with that same carefree manner as ever. He looks unarmed. (He isn't.) He looks unprepared for a fight. (He has already thought about how to take them both out.) Rail is here, and Christopher wants Rail to be able to be safe here. So he'll show up, find up what the humans want, and probably take his leave.]

Oh? A colleague I don't know. [Christopher gives Kay one of his florid bows.] It's a pleasure. My name is Christopher Chareau de Red—but you already know that, don't you? Well, I don't like to interrupt an avid reader. I'll wait.

[most_feared]

[Kay, without looking up, just sort of inclined his head in the most casual little greeting. A sort of understood "howdy" that didn't match that bow at all.]

I'm Kay. Don't worry, you're not interuptin'. [He closed the book and put it down.]

[grip_on_reality]

Well, now that we all know each other, I thought we'd 'ave a little chat. [she pauses. now that he's here, she's not really sure what to say because she wasn't lying when she told Kay that she's never tried to convince a murderer to change their ways before. after thinking briefly, she decides to start out simply and work their way toward the real topic. she keeps her tone conversational] I take it you know why I put those posters out on the Plane?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher smiles and leans against one of the chairs, looking between them.] Now, now, don't ease into it. Haven't you once invaded my very thoughts? We're too intimate for circumlocution. Tell me what you want to say.

[most_feared]

Why exactly do you suddenly have it out for some of the people here on the Plane? I don't rightly recall how long you've been around but this seems sorta new.

[He couldn't remember where he put his coffee, and his eyes dart a little. Ah well. He'll find it later.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she's surprised by Christopher's forward answer--it seems to her that he's usually a lot more vague than that. Kay speaks while she's calculating her own answer. she would note that she doubts Christopher's homicidal urges are new, but she isn't going to contradict Kay. instead, figuring that if Christopher's asking her to be straight, she'll make the most headway by honoring that, she adds:] And we want to know what it's going to take to stop anybody else 'ere from dying by your hand.

[inhumanity]

Mm, well, in order of your points. [He starts counting off on his hand.] One, I don't have it out for anyone on the Plane. Two, it won't really take anything to stop me. Three, are those cinnamon rolls store-bought?

Why is your name David Suzuki, Chris?

[most_feared]

I don't know. [He looks up at Menzies.] Are they store bought rolls? [Then back to Christopher.] Why have you been killing people on the Plane, then?

[grip_on_reality]

[she purses her lips, keeping her frustration inward as best she can do. she didn't think this would be easy, but so far Christopher's carefree responses aren't helping her to make any headway at all. and considering she needs the answer to Kay's question before she can continue, she just answers the one she was asked] Storebought dough. I made the rolls. [she feels a little silly saying that, but she knows as well as anyone that sometimes you have to make concessions to get what you really want. she only hopes it will have been worth the effort]

why isn't YOURS David Suzuki?

[inhumanity]

[Christopher's expression is clearly disappointed at the answer about the rolls. He drops into one of the chairs backwards, folds his arms over the back of the chair and rests his head on them.]

I've only killed the one, as far as I recall. I felt like it.

I DON'T KNOW I FEEL SO LOST!

[most_feared]

That's not really a valid reason to kill someone, and you can't keep doin' it.

[He shifts his book off to the side and folds his fingers in front of him.]

[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies nods, crossing her arms over her chest. her expression darkens, all semblance of casual conversation disappearing. when she speaks next, her tone is factual, brooking no argument] No. There are consequences for that sort of thing, you know. And even if there aren't in your world, there will be here.

[inhumanity]

[Christopher, of course, only smiles. The serene and gentle expression lacks blood lust, but his twisted features warp it beyond 'reassuring' or 'pleasant.'] I'm afraid that isn't your call to make, friends.

[Lazily, he gets to his feet; lazily, he stretches his arms out above his head.] Is that all?

[most_feared]

[He looks up at Menzies. He figures he could make a move, this isn't out of his realm of usual situations. But Menzies is still here, and with him lurking on the Plane he might go after her, even if Kay handles it.]

I'll be in touch.

[grip_on_reality]

[she's cursing inside at that reaction, though it's not an unexpected one. taking a cue from Kay to leave it for the moment, though, she just nods] All for now, yeah.

[and she leaves it at that, just watching to see that Christopher leaves]

[inhumanity]

[With another bow, Christopher disappears.]

[most_feared]

[Kay waits for a moment before looking over at Menzies.]

Yeah, he's a big ol' bag of dicks.

[Matter of factly.]

[grip_on_reality]

Oh, did I not mention that? [her voice is dripping with mock-surprise]

[she sighs] Handcuffs it is, then. But we're gonna need a plan to get 'em on him before he's able to do anything about it--not to mention working out exactly what we're gonna ask him for before he gets 'em off. [because she doesn't feel any wiser about his motives now than she did before that conversation, which is unfortunate. still, she's hopeful that they can use the threat of the handcuffs as a deterrent]

[she tilts her head a bit, thinking about how they should do this] 'ave you got any speed technology on your end?

[most_feared]

Question number one. If I can get you into the MiB building as a prospective candidate, would you be able to give me some ideas on what's best to use. The arsenal there is better than mine [and she's seen his]. Question number two. How does he hold up to psychic influence and do you know any around?

[grip_on_reality]

[she looks up at him, surprised--and intrigued--by that first question] Yeah, I could do. Long as you've got descriptions of what it all does, anyway. [because she doesn't think terribly much of her ability to identify alien technology from another universe--only her ability to work out how to use it]

[she frowns at the second question, though, wondering where he's going with that idea] Ah, he doesn't 'ave any resistance that I know of. I managed to...read a bit about him. During that pollen mess. [her expression is sour at the mention of that experience] But as far as any round 'ere, not that I know of, unfortunately.

[that said, she waits for more of an explanation--assuming she's going to get one, of course. Kay seems to specialise in leaving out information sometimes]

[most_feared]

I hate to say it, but to get you in I gotta help you cheat on a test.

We'll see what we can do from there. [Because if she doesn't pass the "entrance exam", she'll be nueralyzed and forget he brought her there.]

You up for a quick jaunt in my neck of the woods again?

[grip_on_reality]

[she snorts] Oh really? [honestly, this sounds like fun. not that she's going to say that out loud, of course] What sort of test?

[she nods] Sure. I take it there's better test prep on that end. [her amusement and interest is clear]