xp_logs | Log: Bishop and Sarah, Thursday afternoon

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Sarah reports to the XFI office after school for an introduction to her new part-time position and duties. She meets Bishop and tries to educate him in the ways of her fandoms.

Sitting down in the receptionist's chair, Sarah slowly spun around and took in her surroundings. She was there to report for duty, as it were, to get an idea of what her job would be like helping out around the X-Factor Investigations office on the weekends. Presumably she'd be spending most of her time there, answering the phone, typing up documents, setting appointments, that kind of thing, which she was confident she'd be able to do well. The part that had her the most nervous, oddly enough, was making the coffee; please oh please don't let the coffee machine be like the toaster back at the mansion was all that she could think.

Looking down at herself she also hoped she'd dressed appropriately for the position. She wasn't sure if business casual was the right tact to take so she'd dressed a little more formally, going with a simple yet professional looking dress, and wearing her hair up in a nice, neat bun for the occasion. Hopefully that would be acceptable, though she didn't know who'd be the best person to ask. If it wasn't she was sure someone would tell here as much anyway.

Bishop didn't seem to be unfashionable but his outfits were decidedly more casual and usually based in t-shirts and jeans. Sarah earned an odd glance as he entered and saw her. "Good look for the first day but they're just happy we're here. You don't have to let any of them take you to prom."

Casual was more than fine with Sarah, and she was relieved when she saw Bishop's attire and heard his comments. Then she was embarrassed because, well. She really was overdressed for the part, though she would definitely not be the next time she arrived.

"Oh, yeah, I wasn't sure what to wear and I kinda erred on the side of formality, I guess?" Sarah fidgeted with her steampunk watch as she spoke. "But don't worry, next time I'll dress like you!" She paused before clarifying. "I mean, not like you like you, but more casual and less formal. Not that you don't look good, because that's a great look!" She could have kept going but she wisely stopped clarifying there, giving Bishop an awkward grin.

"If you're not trying to pick me up you don't have to act that awkward." Bishop said casually as he moved to his desk and sorted through his mail. "I'm not going to get upset with you unless you do something outrageous and I wouldn't have given the green light to hire you if I thought you would. Just... get comfortable. It gets sad in here. You don't want to be sad and uncomfortable."

"Oh no, sir, I'm not." She wisely kept herself from rambling about that whole line of conversation, just shaking her head as she spoke. "I will, definitely will be more casual and comfortable for the next time." Sarah didn't want to be sad period, and sad and uncomfortable would just be that much worse. Not that she was physically uncomfortable in her current attire, but if everyone else was casual, well, that'd be weird. She wrinkled her nose a bit at the comment about it getting sad though. "Does it really get that sad, sir?" She knew it wasn't exactly a toy store or something but she thought of it as more as a serious, business- type deal in her mind.

"Calling me Bishop is fine. Calling me Lucas is not. Vanessa's the only one too stubborn to stop." He clarified before returning to the topic at hand as he sat down behind his desk. "Most private detective cases are about infidelity. Our ratio is a little different because we get cases the local PD won't handle but those aren't any less depressing."

"Right, Bishop." Sarah nodded, making a mental note of that as well. She listened as he spoke, that definitely made sense. Her parents were divorced so she could relate to that kind of thing being sensitive and sad. "Yeah, things like that can be pretty sad, it's true. Don't worry, though, I'm 100% professional." She'd be able to handle it, she was sure. "And the dictation and digitizing things too, if need be." Sarah patted the computer next to her, she'd already gotten herself acquainted with it earlier.

Bishop motioned to the filing cabinets. "I want to go paperless. Entirely." He dropped some of his mail into a box to be shredded and some into a box marked 'in.'

Sarah looked over to the filing cabinets. There was a lot of paperwork inside of them but she'd be able to handle it, given awhile. "I can do that, over time, I mean." They had a scanner there that she could use, it would just take a lot of time to scan each and every document, but it was doable. "Shouldn't be a problem at all, Bishop."

"As a searchable database?" Bishop asked curiously. Despite an even tone and a disinterested look, he was excited at the idea of the office being on a good, stable, paperless network.

"Uh-huh, that can be done when I scan it in." Mentally she went over what she'd have to do to scan everything in, enter it on the computer, and set it up so it'd be a searchable database. She was pretty confident she could do all that, though it would be a bit longer to make it searchable and whatnot. "Piece of cake!"

Bishop pulled a little green book from his right desk drawer. "This is the exception. It's our finances."

Looking over at the green book in Bishop's hand, Sarah nodded in understanding. "Finances, right. They stay where they are, no digitizing or anything."

"Sarah, tell me about yourself." What could have sounded like a casual conversation starter sounded more like a command from Bishop. Something to listen to while he scanned his first file.

"Oh, well." That had seemed to come out of left field, after the whole discussion of what she'd be doing workwise anyway. "I'm a senior, looking forward to graduating and going on to college. I'll probably pursue something in computer science, I think. Given, you know." She smiled and patted the computer next to her. "I'm a big Star Wars fan, love anything and everything steampunk, play a lot of video games. Those are the big points, I guess. Oh, and I'm an identical twin, though my twin's back home in DC."

"What's Star Wars? And steampunk?" Bishop's manner seemed to be more of a casual interrogation as his conversational skills regressed as his mind focused on work.

It took Sarah a couple of seconds to reply since her jaw had literally dropped open. "You don't know what Star Wars is? Or steampunk?" What the fudge. "They were movies, Star Wars I mean, two different trilogies, the first being so awesome, in the seventies and eighties, and the second three being... less than awesome, I guess. Though they had some cool special effects. And there are books and tv shows and video games and... all kinds of stuff." She was letting her nerd flag wave proudly now. "And steampunk is... kinda harder to describe. Oh, but this!" Holding up her wrist with her watch on it, she pointed to it with her other hand. "This is totally steampunk. Awesome, yeah?" Right? Right?

Bishop looked up and squinted, taking a moment to put together the context clues. "Steampunk is a style." He stated as he looked back to the file. He gave her a moment to correct him if he got it wrong and, when she didn't, moved on. "What is Star Wars about? Doreen has introduced me to Doctor Who."

She simply nodded at his observation on steampunk. That was close enough, and she was still blown away by his lack of general knowledge about only the best movie trilogy of all time, in her humble opinion anyway. "It's only the greatest story ever told. Well, no, that's some biblical movie's tagline, but Star Wars is much, much more awesome. The first trilogy - which is technically episodes IV, V, and VI - are a tale of redemption, kinda. And the prequel trilogy - which chronologically came after and is episodes I, II, and III - sets up how that person fell in the first place, along with a love story and an annoying alien for good measure." Die, Jar Jar, die.

With a kind of grunt in response, "I'll have to watch it some time." Bishop meant it, though he didn't sound very impressed with the idea as presented.

"You do! I can lend you the DVDs some time if you'd like." She smiled at him. "I'm hoping to get the Blu-Rays for Christmas." Sarah added. She thought for a few more seconds before snapping her fingers. "LIGHTSABERS." she exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly. "You have to know what they are, yeah? Well, that's where they're from." She nodded solemnly, like that would do the trick. Everyone knew what lightsabers were!

"Is that so?" Bishop asked with a slight disinterest. He was clearly using her as white noise while he read his files.

"Uh-huh, they're... well. It'd be easier to show you." She frowned a little, looking over at Bishop, who clearly wasn't all that interested in what she was saying. Hmph.

Looking up at the rows of florescent lights in the ceiling, an idea on how to both demonstrate what she meant and to get his attention came to her. Sarah looked over at the light switch on the wall, shooting her chair over in that direction and reaching up to touch it. She commanded the lights to go off with a word, then made one on either end of the office come on again, a single florescent tube - the shape of a lightsaber blade - glowing across either side of the room.

"Picture, like, the one on that side is red and the one over here is blue. There's other colours too but yeah, watch!" She told the lights to go on and off in sequence as if the lightsabers were moving towards each other, duelling as it were, as much as they could without actually bending or twisting due to their being stationary lights. "Bzzt! Vroom! Pshhht! Just like that only, y'know. Cooler." She made them dance and bang together a few more times for good measure.

Bishop looked up to the lights and raised an eyebrow. "Martial arts movie, then. I could like that." He said with a soft laugh for a brief moment before looking to Sarah and noting offhandedly. "I like your persistence."

"Episode I has Ray Park in it, he's awesome. It's not the best movie but there's more marital arts type stuff in that one." She added, smiling at Bishop. "Thank you! It's one of the reasons I came back, to become more comfortable with who I am and with what I can do." Sarah shrugged, there wasn't much else to add. Sure, there were still lots of things left to figure out, but she was feeling more confident about her abilities at least.

"You'll need that here. There are a lot of visible mutants and if you're not comfortable with yourself you're less likely to be comfortable with them." Bishop warned her.

Visible mutants had been a big problem for Sarah when she first arrived at Xavier's, but she'd come a long way in that regard, in her humble opinion anyway. Her friendships and interactions with Yvette, Kurt, and Callie, to name a few people, had helped her overcome her earlier discomfort. "Oh, I'm comfortable, totally. It'll be just fine, promise." Unless they started flirting with her and then she'd be right back in Uncomfortableville, population: Sarah Vale.

"We'll see." Bishop said before turning on his computer to get started for the day.