xp_logs | Pete Wisdom and Marie-Ange, backdated to the 12th

Pete approaches Angie about the field trip. As expected, she's confused, but definitly eager

It hadn't been hard to sell Dom on the idea of adding Angie to the list of people to take with them. Now he just had to hope that his hunch about the girl was right. He knocked on the door of the suite she shared with Amanda, and waited.

"Oh. Mr. Wisdom, I think Amanda is in the art room." Marie-Ange said, with some surprise, after opening the door. It was that or off doing something with Manuel, and she was not going to suggest that, much less think about it.

"I hope she is, because if she isn't, she's probably doing things I'd rather not think about with Manuel." A rueful expression passed across Pete's face. "Actually, I stopped by to see you."

Marie-Ange blinked, then shuddered. "Did you -have- to bring that up?" Then raised an eyebrow. "Not to be rude, but... why?" It had been weeks since her post, and .. she really couldn't think of a single reason why Mr. Wisdom would need to talk to her.

"Because I didn't think you'd like it very much if Domino and I just kidnapped you and you woke up tomorrow on a plane." Pete smiled at the confused look on her face.

"Seriously, though - I need a break from this bloody school. So do Amanda and Sarah. And I think it'd probably be good for you as well. And Domino's got some work she could use a hand with, so I thought we'd make a field trip out of it. Interested?"

Marie-Ange was really feeling very tongue-tied at the moment, which was troublesome for her. "Yes. Interested, a little confused, but interested. What on earth could Domino need that I can do? Or.. do I get to know? This is not a.. what is the term, need to know only field trip?"

"Don't sell yourself short. You're bright and resourceful, and that's the most useful thing you can be." Pete waved a hand, as if dismissing her lack of faith in her talents. "As for the rest of it, well, we'll tell you more when you're on the plane, but we're going on a little treasure hunt."

"A treasure hunt?" Marie-Ange asked, now even more curious. "You are.. not saying this in the metaphorical sense?" She didn't think he was. Mr. Wisdom did not seem at all the type to dance around the subject.

"Nope. There's some stolen goods need retriving, and the local cops are being thoroughly bribed to do nothing about it. Dom and I thought it'd be nice break from this place, give you all a chance to do something interesting without it being some kind of horrible crisis."

Marie-Ange was going to protest. Lightly, because really, she wanted to go. "I am in." She frowned. Where had -that- come from? That was not how it was supposed to work. She was supposed to protest, look reluctant and well-behaved and then get talked into it. Amanda was -really- a bad influence on her. It was too bad it was so entertaining, else she would stop.

Pete smiled. "Good. Get packed - it'll be fairly warm where we're going, so you might want to bear that in mind, although we'll probably have to clothes shopping anyway. You'd better let Doug know that you're being abducted for a few days, but don't tell anyone else - they'll only get jealous. The taxi'll be here early tomorrow morning, so I'll see you then." He paused. "Any questions?"

Marie-Ange thought for a moment. "Does packing include my passport and visa, or do I get a new one? Because if I get a new one, can I -not- have horrible puns this time?" The fake ID Remy had gotten her -ages- ago still annoyed her. More so that she hadn't gotten the joke.

Pete nodded approvingly at the question. "You get a new one, and don't worry, there will be no stupid puns. I don't want to chance the immigration people remembering the funny names that cross their desk." He turned to go, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Oh, and smile, for god's sake. This is a fun and exciting field trip we're going on..."