Log: Vanessa and Jubilee
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xp_logsJubilee stops by the offices of CI to have a chat with Vanessa and be her usual self.
Jubilee pressed the buzzer at the front of Morgan’s new office, whistling cheerfully as she waited for an answer. She’d decided to come by and check things out, and give Morgan some congratulations on finding her feet. Mostly though she was just curious to see the office, and keep open the lines of communication just in case.
A voice came over the intercom at the door, "Third floor, door's open up here." The familiar buzzing of an unlocked main door followed quickly on the heels of the words. Vanessa was tying up paperwork from the missing persons cases they'd had recently and she was expecting someone to come by today for an update on Derek Barnes and his whereabouts. She assumed the person at the door was them, but who knew? Maybe it was someone with a new case for them.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” Jubilee noted as she reached the third floor and took note of the rather Spartan decorations. “I hear ‘early hobo’ is all the rage at the moment.”
Vanessa looked up from her desk at the all too familiar snark. "Yeah, well, we don't pay any chicks so the decorating is suffering. Somehow not really our priority around here." Not to mention decorating involved shopping and Vanessa had sometimes violent reactions to the very idea of shopping.
"Man, I could totally think of at least a dozen insults over that," Jubilee noted, pulling up one of the chairs in front of Vanessa's desk and sticking her feet out to rest on the other. "So, how goes the investigative business? Been shot at yet?"
"And yet when you say none of them they don't seem to count for some reason," Vanessa countered nonchalantly. She never went in for that bit where people said they could say something but weren't going to. Usually there was no clever retort waiting in the wings, just the acknowledgment that a clever retort would be applicable if only the person in question could actually think of one. The not so witty's attempt at feigning wit ninety percent of the time. "No one's shot at us, but then we're investigators not cops."
"You're just sayin' that because you want to hear my fabulous wit," Jubilee opinioned. "So what do investigators do that cops don't that leads you to believe you won't be shot at somewhere down the line?"
"When cops show up they're in uniform, which makes them easy to spot, and you stand a decent chance of going to jail. We lack both of those points. And I didn't say anything about not thinking we'd get shot down the line. Learn to listen. You asked if we'd been shot at, past tense, and I'd said no." Vanessa shook her head very slightly. For someone who worked dealing with intel Jubilee wasn't having a very observant day, was she?
“I listen…when it matters,” Jubilee noted, grinning at Vanessa widely. “So what’s got you so touchy? S’been awhile since I could make you bite so well.”
"When people are willfully obnoxious it tends to irritate me,." Didn't that irritate everyone? Who actually liked annoying people? Vanessa supposed it took all kinds and there might be someone somewhere who was fully turned on by obnoxious behavior. She just wasn't that person. "Maybe I'm PMSing."
“Being wilfully obnoxious is how you know I’m not a pod person, or trying to sell you something,” Jubilee noted, stretching a bit and sinking into a boneless slouch. “So, I thought I’d come and ask if you wanted to get a coffee or something. There’s this new place I’ve wanted to try out, but you totally can’t try out new places with only one opinion, it completely defeats the purpose.”
"No, you stealing people's food and acting like you own every place you walk into is how I know you're not a pod person," Vanessa corrected with a finger pointing at the younger woman. Vanessa stacked up some files into a neat pile on her desk and set it to the side before standing. "Alright, lead the way to this coffee utopia, or aspiring utopia or what have you."
“Onward, to glory!” Jubilee cried, jumping up from her chair in heroic fashion. “Or at least good coffee.”
Jubilee pressed the buzzer at the front of Morgan’s new office, whistling cheerfully as she waited for an answer. She’d decided to come by and check things out, and give Morgan some congratulations on finding her feet. Mostly though she was just curious to see the office, and keep open the lines of communication just in case.
A voice came over the intercom at the door, "Third floor, door's open up here." The familiar buzzing of an unlocked main door followed quickly on the heels of the words. Vanessa was tying up paperwork from the missing persons cases they'd had recently and she was expecting someone to come by today for an update on Derek Barnes and his whereabouts. She assumed the person at the door was them, but who knew? Maybe it was someone with a new case for them.
“Love what you’ve done with the place,” Jubilee noted as she reached the third floor and took note of the rather Spartan decorations. “I hear ‘early hobo’ is all the rage at the moment.”
Vanessa looked up from her desk at the all too familiar snark. "Yeah, well, we don't pay any chicks so the decorating is suffering. Somehow not really our priority around here." Not to mention decorating involved shopping and Vanessa had sometimes violent reactions to the very idea of shopping.
"Man, I could totally think of at least a dozen insults over that," Jubilee noted, pulling up one of the chairs in front of Vanessa's desk and sticking her feet out to rest on the other. "So, how goes the investigative business? Been shot at yet?"
"And yet when you say none of them they don't seem to count for some reason," Vanessa countered nonchalantly. She never went in for that bit where people said they could say something but weren't going to. Usually there was no clever retort waiting in the wings, just the acknowledgment that a clever retort would be applicable if only the person in question could actually think of one. The not so witty's attempt at feigning wit ninety percent of the time. "No one's shot at us, but then we're investigators not cops."
"You're just sayin' that because you want to hear my fabulous wit," Jubilee opinioned. "So what do investigators do that cops don't that leads you to believe you won't be shot at somewhere down the line?"
"When cops show up they're in uniform, which makes them easy to spot, and you stand a decent chance of going to jail. We lack both of those points. And I didn't say anything about not thinking we'd get shot down the line. Learn to listen. You asked if we'd been shot at, past tense, and I'd said no." Vanessa shook her head very slightly. For someone who worked dealing with intel Jubilee wasn't having a very observant day, was she?
“I listen…when it matters,” Jubilee noted, grinning at Vanessa widely. “So what’s got you so touchy? S’been awhile since I could make you bite so well.”
"When people are willfully obnoxious it tends to irritate me,." Didn't that irritate everyone? Who actually liked annoying people? Vanessa supposed it took all kinds and there might be someone somewhere who was fully turned on by obnoxious behavior. She just wasn't that person. "Maybe I'm PMSing."
“Being wilfully obnoxious is how you know I’m not a pod person, or trying to sell you something,” Jubilee noted, stretching a bit and sinking into a boneless slouch. “So, I thought I’d come and ask if you wanted to get a coffee or something. There’s this new place I’ve wanted to try out, but you totally can’t try out new places with only one opinion, it completely defeats the purpose.”
"No, you stealing people's food and acting like you own every place you walk into is how I know you're not a pod person," Vanessa corrected with a finger pointing at the younger woman. Vanessa stacked up some files into a neat pile on her desk and set it to the side before standing. "Alright, lead the way to this coffee utopia, or aspiring utopia or what have you."
“Onward, to glory!” Jubilee cried, jumping up from her chair in heroic fashion. “Or at least good coffee.”
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