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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]

Comments

[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]