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xp_logsBackdated to Monday, 2nd August 2010 at around 3pmish.
Laurie stops by Bishop's desk to find out just what he expects of her. She finds him surprisingly forthcoming.
Laurie perched herself on Bishop’s desk and took out her Xavier’s phone, tapping through to a new empty page on her notebook app and then grinning widely at her new boss.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asked.
While she could have simply launched into things and given Bishop what she thought he was going to need, she thought it would be best to find out what sort of assistant he was looking for first. Some people didn’t mind you taking over their working life, and some people, like Vanessa very much resented it if you tried.
"I thought you were an auto-pilot assistant. I'm sure you'd be fine at anticipating." Bishop knew full well Laurie was testing the waters about what kind of 'boss' he was. "I don't drink caffeine, it dehydrates. I do drink Makers, the bottle should stay in the drawer. If you run across a pistol in an odd place, leave it there. Nothing too odd for who we are."
“Well then, that makes everything a tad easier,” Laurie replied with a grin, a hand’s off boss who basically let her run things as she chose unless it annoyed or inconvenienced him was exactly what she’d been wanting. “I’ve already set up a filing system, both paper and on computer; if you need to reference back to anything or find things just ask me and I’ll get them for you. If I’m not here, you’ve already got my number so you can call me, or e-mail and I’ll point you toward whatever you need. I’ve already sent you a preliminary e-mail with some people Vanessa said she’d like you to talk to. Otherwise, I’m mostly here to make your life easier, and learn some things along the way. I expect you to not try to protect me, or keep things from me as ‘too dangerous’ and I’d like it if you shared ideas and thoughts about cases, and perhaps let me help from time to time but that’s not a deal breaker.”
"Everyone needs a start. No protecting you." Bishop opened his desk drawer, pulling the previously mentioned bottle of Makers and two tumblers. "I can share ideas, too. I used to have a partner and bouncing ideas off someone was helpful." He poured two fingers into both the glasses. "I think we might have a good deal here."
Laurie took the glass from the table and held it up in the time honoured tradition, “I’m thinking we might too. Cheers.”
She clinked her glass against Bishop’s and drank the liquid, coughing a bit as it hit the back of her throat and then slid down, warming her insides slightly. She’d managed to develop somewhat of a tolerance for drink, but she could still feel the warmth spreading to her fingers and toes
Bishop drank with her, laughing slightly as she coughed. "It's not for everyone but it's cheap and available."
Laurie put the glass back down and grinned at him, “I should get Eamon to bring some of the good stuff with him next time he visits. So, do you think I should learn to shoot?”
She had no particular desire to do so, but if it made it safer for the people around her to have an offensive ability besides her mutant powers then she would do what she needed to do.
"Expecting someone to kick the office door in?" Bishop asked rhetorically with a smile. "We should be fine, we're the only mutant 'law enforcement' in the middle of District X. Getting in a shooting, even if someone was crazy enough to try to here, only gets you in trouble; legally if nothing else. You'd be better off running."
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Laurie admitted with another grin, swinging her legs slightly back and forth. “And if anyone did break in the door they’d be entering my domain, you never want to get into an enclosed space with me when I’m angry.”
"That's what I've heard." Bishop replied with a short laugh, putting the liquor away.
“And yet my mother is way scarier then I am on a bad day,” Laurie replied, her grin decidedly cheeky.
She could already tell she was going to like working with Bishop, he didn’t seem inclined to coddle her, or order her about overly much and she suspected when he did order to do something it would be for very good reasons. In other words, he was the perfect partner for someone who liked to be in charge nine times out of ten.
"I'm not sure I want to hear any more about that, judging by the grin." Bishop returned the smile. Learning about people was always useful in his line of work and at some point he was going to have to make more than one actual friend in the world now that he wasn't part of the PD. Manuel having left, he hadn't had anyone to call a friend other than his former partner.
“You sure? Might give you some insight into me, I am definitely my mother’s daughter,” Laurie noted, grin still firmly in place.
Sometimes she thought the best times in the world were when she could simply joke around and pretend that they weren’t people who the world relied on to save them from horrible things. She wouldn’t give up any of her responsibilities for anything, but the downtime simply allowed her to know why she kept doing it. It was never a bad thing to be reminded why you fought.
Bishop leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on his desk. "Then be my guest. I'm more than willing to listen to any insights you have for me."
"Quid pro quo?" Laurie asked, making a few notes on her phone before slipping it back into her pocket. She'd need to set up some calendars, and some easily referenced databases but that could come later. "I tell you something, you tell me something?"
"Is there something you want to know or just can't share freely?" Bishop replied with a smile.
“Well, no,” Laurie admitted, grinning suddenly. “But that’s never stopped me before! Did I tell you that my Dad is a used car salesman? Well, okay, not in this universe. In this one I’m not entirely sure what it is he does for a living besides wear expensive suits but in another universe he was a used cars salesman, a pretty good one actually."
Bishop groaned at 'in this universe.' He hadn't delt with things like that until he met the people at Xavier's. "I don't see how the people that went to that school keep up with the different dimensional facts. There's more than enough to keep me occupied in just this one."
“It’s something to do on rainy days,” Laurie noted, grin even wider, as she crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned forward on her hands. “So, no weird and wonderful tales in your past then?”
"I tend to leave them there." Bishop shrugged. "It's nothing personal but police work isn't very happy most times and I'm more than happy living it just once. If I think up a story I'll have my secretary take dictation" He smirked a bit at the joke.
“Your partner even does short hand, so feel lucky,” Laurie noted, emphasis on what she believed her role to be.
"Partner, huh? I'm getting a lot of those lately. Last partner I had was before I moved up to Detective and he get in a lot of trouble for being a mutant's partner. And having a mutant wife, for that matter." Bishop took a moment to simply remember.
“Really? I always thought the attitude that the Police in Salem Centre have was an aberration, not the norm,” Laurie said, tone sad as she realized that yet another of her assumptions was wrong. “Having a partner is a good thing though; I can make sure you don’t get old and curmudgeonly.”
"It only takes a few to make someone feel unwelcome." Bishop replied in a surprisingly positive move. "And I'm already well on track to being like that. You'd have quite the train to derail."
"I'm always up for a challange," Laurie noted with a grin, standing back up. "I should leave you to get those e-mails, and I've got to head out for a class but if you need anything, I'll have my phone on vibrate."
Laurie stops by Bishop's desk to find out just what he expects of her. She finds him surprisingly forthcoming.
Laurie perched herself on Bishop’s desk and took out her Xavier’s phone, tapping through to a new empty page on her notebook app and then grinning widely at her new boss.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asked.
While she could have simply launched into things and given Bishop what she thought he was going to need, she thought it would be best to find out what sort of assistant he was looking for first. Some people didn’t mind you taking over their working life, and some people, like Vanessa very much resented it if you tried.
"I thought you were an auto-pilot assistant. I'm sure you'd be fine at anticipating." Bishop knew full well Laurie was testing the waters about what kind of 'boss' he was. "I don't drink caffeine, it dehydrates. I do drink Makers, the bottle should stay in the drawer. If you run across a pistol in an odd place, leave it there. Nothing too odd for who we are."
“Well then, that makes everything a tad easier,” Laurie replied with a grin, a hand’s off boss who basically let her run things as she chose unless it annoyed or inconvenienced him was exactly what she’d been wanting. “I’ve already set up a filing system, both paper and on computer; if you need to reference back to anything or find things just ask me and I’ll get them for you. If I’m not here, you’ve already got my number so you can call me, or e-mail and I’ll point you toward whatever you need. I’ve already sent you a preliminary e-mail with some people Vanessa said she’d like you to talk to. Otherwise, I’m mostly here to make your life easier, and learn some things along the way. I expect you to not try to protect me, or keep things from me as ‘too dangerous’ and I’d like it if you shared ideas and thoughts about cases, and perhaps let me help from time to time but that’s not a deal breaker.”
"Everyone needs a start. No protecting you." Bishop opened his desk drawer, pulling the previously mentioned bottle of Makers and two tumblers. "I can share ideas, too. I used to have a partner and bouncing ideas off someone was helpful." He poured two fingers into both the glasses. "I think we might have a good deal here."
Laurie took the glass from the table and held it up in the time honoured tradition, “I’m thinking we might too. Cheers.”
She clinked her glass against Bishop’s and drank the liquid, coughing a bit as it hit the back of her throat and then slid down, warming her insides slightly. She’d managed to develop somewhat of a tolerance for drink, but she could still feel the warmth spreading to her fingers and toes
Bishop drank with her, laughing slightly as she coughed. "It's not for everyone but it's cheap and available."
Laurie put the glass back down and grinned at him, “I should get Eamon to bring some of the good stuff with him next time he visits. So, do you think I should learn to shoot?”
She had no particular desire to do so, but if it made it safer for the people around her to have an offensive ability besides her mutant powers then she would do what she needed to do.
"Expecting someone to kick the office door in?" Bishop asked rhetorically with a smile. "We should be fine, we're the only mutant 'law enforcement' in the middle of District X. Getting in a shooting, even if someone was crazy enough to try to here, only gets you in trouble; legally if nothing else. You'd be better off running."
“That’s what I was hoping you’d say,” Laurie admitted with another grin, swinging her legs slightly back and forth. “And if anyone did break in the door they’d be entering my domain, you never want to get into an enclosed space with me when I’m angry.”
"That's what I've heard." Bishop replied with a short laugh, putting the liquor away.
“And yet my mother is way scarier then I am on a bad day,” Laurie replied, her grin decidedly cheeky.
She could already tell she was going to like working with Bishop, he didn’t seem inclined to coddle her, or order her about overly much and she suspected when he did order to do something it would be for very good reasons. In other words, he was the perfect partner for someone who liked to be in charge nine times out of ten.
"I'm not sure I want to hear any more about that, judging by the grin." Bishop returned the smile. Learning about people was always useful in his line of work and at some point he was going to have to make more than one actual friend in the world now that he wasn't part of the PD. Manuel having left, he hadn't had anyone to call a friend other than his former partner.
“You sure? Might give you some insight into me, I am definitely my mother’s daughter,” Laurie noted, grin still firmly in place.
Sometimes she thought the best times in the world were when she could simply joke around and pretend that they weren’t people who the world relied on to save them from horrible things. She wouldn’t give up any of her responsibilities for anything, but the downtime simply allowed her to know why she kept doing it. It was never a bad thing to be reminded why you fought.
Bishop leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on his desk. "Then be my guest. I'm more than willing to listen to any insights you have for me."
"Quid pro quo?" Laurie asked, making a few notes on her phone before slipping it back into her pocket. She'd need to set up some calendars, and some easily referenced databases but that could come later. "I tell you something, you tell me something?"
"Is there something you want to know or just can't share freely?" Bishop replied with a smile.
“Well, no,” Laurie admitted, grinning suddenly. “But that’s never stopped me before! Did I tell you that my Dad is a used car salesman? Well, okay, not in this universe. In this one I’m not entirely sure what it is he does for a living besides wear expensive suits but in another universe he was a used cars salesman, a pretty good one actually."
Bishop groaned at 'in this universe.' He hadn't delt with things like that until he met the people at Xavier's. "I don't see how the people that went to that school keep up with the different dimensional facts. There's more than enough to keep me occupied in just this one."
“It’s something to do on rainy days,” Laurie noted, grin even wider, as she crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned forward on her hands. “So, no weird and wonderful tales in your past then?”
"I tend to leave them there." Bishop shrugged. "It's nothing personal but police work isn't very happy most times and I'm more than happy living it just once. If I think up a story I'll have my secretary take dictation" He smirked a bit at the joke.
“Your partner even does short hand, so feel lucky,” Laurie noted, emphasis on what she believed her role to be.
"Partner, huh? I'm getting a lot of those lately. Last partner I had was before I moved up to Detective and he get in a lot of trouble for being a mutant's partner. And having a mutant wife, for that matter." Bishop took a moment to simply remember.
“Really? I always thought the attitude that the Police in Salem Centre have was an aberration, not the norm,” Laurie said, tone sad as she realized that yet another of her assumptions was wrong. “Having a partner is a good thing though; I can make sure you don’t get old and curmudgeonly.”
"It only takes a few to make someone feel unwelcome." Bishop replied in a surprisingly positive move. "And I'm already well on track to being like that. You'd have quite the train to derail."
"I'm always up for a challange," Laurie noted with a grin, standing back up. "I should leave you to get those e-mails, and I've got to head out for a class but if you need anything, I'll have my phone on vibrate."
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