Kanaya Maryam (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
speakveryclearly) wrote2032-09-30 06:52 pm
speakveryclearly) wrote2032-09-30 06:52 pm
IC Contact
Apparently Im Too Busy To Even Talk To You Right Now
How Unsurprising
Leave A Message
How Unsurprising
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:33 < thats true
:33 < but if and when this war ends
:33 < maybe theyll send us back where we want
:33 < purrhaps you could come to gaea
:33 < its a nice place
:33 < and not just relative to here or the veil
:33 < but if and when this war ends
:33 < maybe theyll send us back where we want
:33 < purrhaps you could come to gaea
:33 < its a nice place
:33 < and not just relative to here or the veil
Really
Do You Think That Could Be Possible
It Doesnt Sound Like A Half Bad Idea
Do You Think That Could Be Possible
It Doesnt Sound Like A Half Bad Idea
Hey, Kanaya? It's Saul Goodman. Uh — Pepper's gone, and she left me with a stack of stuff, so I don't know what you want me to do with it, but...
[He trails off.]
Yeah. Call me back.
[He trails off.]
Yeah. Call me back.
[She comes home at five o'clock from a nice long day of meeting new arrivals and baking cookies, and has to sit down and listen to this message twice before she takes this call at half past five.
First listen: What on Earth do Potts and Goodman have to do with one another? Well, Mr. Goodman is a lawyer, already known to be working for both the Initiative and Mr. Pinkman. It makes sense that he would work with her too, and so of course he would execute her...
Second listen: Pepper's gone? Of course. That's just perfect. Right when nearly the whole first floor was ready, too. She probably had somewhere nice to go back to at least, not a grave or anything apocalyptic. There's no knowing for sure. However mature, Kanaya was - past tense now - just an alien child in her eyes, not her therapist or something.
Then: Pepper actually cared enough to send this guy after her so she could get the news that way instead of through an ascii cross where her network ID used to be? That's pretty touching, and she can't dishonor the intention by keeping her lawyer waiting any longer.
There's a thin thread of grief in her voice as she answers the line, easy to mask when the emotion is so familiar to her by now. The dominant tone is a polite confusion that she wishes sounded more like reserved curiosity.]
Excuse me - Miss Potts left stuff?
What kind of stuff?
First listen: What on Earth do Potts and Goodman have to do with one another? Well, Mr. Goodman is a lawyer, already known to be working for both the Initiative and Mr. Pinkman. It makes sense that he would work with her too, and so of course he would execute her...
Second listen: Pepper's gone? Of course. That's just perfect. Right when nearly the whole first floor was ready, too. She probably had somewhere nice to go back to at least, not a grave or anything apocalyptic. There's no knowing for sure. However mature, Kanaya was - past tense now - just an alien child in her eyes, not her therapist or something.
Then: Pepper actually cared enough to send this guy after her so she could get the news that way instead of through an ascii cross where her network ID used to be? That's pretty touching, and she can't dishonor the intention by keeping her lawyer waiting any longer.
There's a thin thread of grief in her voice as she answers the line, easy to mask when the emotion is so familiar to her by now. The dominant tone is a polite confusion that she wishes sounded more like reserved curiosity.]
Excuse me - Miss Potts left stuff?
What kind of stuff?
[And then there's Saul, who — though disappointed, because Pepper was competent and gorgeous — is all business, tone mostly neutral.
If Kanaya listens closely, though, she'll hear Saul quickly shuffling through some papers as he speaks. Too quickly to suggest he's completely calm about this whole thing.]
Files. They look like they should go to you. There's plans in here, some numbers for... cost estimations, I guess? I'm not sure what I'm reading.
If Kanaya listens closely, though, she'll hear Saul quickly shuffling through some papers as he speaks. Too quickly to suggest he's completely calm about this whole thing.]
Files. They look like they should go to you. There's plans in here, some numbers for... cost estimations, I guess? I'm not sure what I'm reading.
[The shuffling rings so loudly in her ears - what does it mean? It's like a sound effect for the cobwebs clearing out of her mind as she realizes what this means. Pepper really cared...]
Are you reading papers related to the former Adelaide Morin recreational facility?
Are you reading papers related to the former Adelaide Morin recreational facility?
[A pause, a bit more shuffling, and then:]
Ah — yeah. Yeah, that's it. I didn't know about this; I was working with her and Tony on Contrast Mechanics stuff, mostly. This is news to me.
Ah — yeah. Yeah, that's it. I didn't know about this; I was working with her and Tony on Contrast Mechanics stuff, mostly. This is news to me.
[Thinking back for a pause, and the memory makes the corners of her mouth turn down on the other side of the line.] She wanted it to be separate from Contrast Mechanics when I brought the idea to her, so that makes sense.
[She taps the surface of her tablet a few times, beginning to bring up her own files in Exsilium Notepad.]
[She taps the surface of her tablet a few times, beginning to bring up her own files in Exsilium Notepad.]
This is Tomoe Mami, from the courtyard earlier this month.
I wanted to thank you for the welcome when I first arrived. I have gotten much more settled in now, and that was partly thanks to the friendliness that everyone showed me, right from the start. Thank you again, and I look forward to working alongside you here.
I wanted to thank you for the welcome when I first arrived. I have gotten much more settled in now, and that was partly thanks to the friendliness that everyone showed me, right from the start. Thank you again, and I look forward to working alongside you here.
[Is it alright if she's receiving this in the afternoon?]
speakveryclearly
2013-09-13 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Slow day at the bakery as is ever more frequent lately, considering the import atmosphere; even though Kanaya works in the back room for a reason, the lack of traffic eventually has consequences for how much she has to do, too. It's no wonder that she's tickled positively pink to be getting a message from Mami and responds almost immediately.]
Im Very Glad To Hear That
Not Every New Transport Is As Magnanimous As You
I Guess Thats A Common Trait Of Mitakihara Middle School Alumnae
Im Very Glad To Hear That
Not Every New Transport Is As Magnanimous As You
I Guess Thats A Common Trait Of Mitakihara Middle School Alumnae
Aw Thanks
Its A Rather Common Aesthetic Choice For Those Who Hail From My Homeworld
If You End Up Textually Meeting The Others You May See A Variety Of Rich Shades Ranging From Deep Pinks And Dark Yellows To Vivid Violets And Blinding Blues
I Could Teach You The Code Required If You Wanted
Its A Rather Common Aesthetic Choice For Those Who Hail From My Homeworld
If You End Up Textually Meeting The Others You May See A Variety Of Rich Shades Ranging From Deep Pinks And Dark Yellows To Vivid Violets And Blinding Blues
I Could Teach You The Code Required If You Wanted
[Well, that certainly explains it. Saul thumbs through a few more sheets, then gives up.]
Should I just bring these to you?
Should I just bring these to you?
[She thinks about it.
And, you know what.
She doesn't get to keep mementos of the people who leave her very often.]
Yes. I'm in Unit 505.
[She'll answer the door for him in a long skirt and T-shirt - exposes her stupid shiny skin even more than the party dress.]
And, you know what.
She doesn't get to keep mementos of the people who leave her very often.]
Yes. I'm in Unit 505.
[She'll answer the door for him in a long skirt and T-shirt - exposes her stupid shiny skin even more than the party dress.]
[Ah. They're almost neighbors.
Saul's over at her door in a flash, the stack of papers tucked neatly under one arm. As soon as she answers the door, he offers them to her.]
Special delivery.
Saul's over at her door in a flash, the stack of papers tucked neatly under one arm. As soon as she answers the door, he offers them to her.]
Special delivery.
Thanks so much...
[She accepts them with a grateful nod, hugging them tight to her chest. She doesn't seem to want to let Saul in to the unit, however.]
I--I'm not sure what I'm going to do without her, honestly. It had been very nice to have someone who could be the face of the business. [A slight turn of her head indicates the rest of the thought: Less Like This]
[She accepts them with a grateful nod, hugging them tight to her chest. She doesn't seem to want to let Saul in to the unit, however.]
I--I'm not sure what I'm going to do without her, honestly. It had been very nice to have someone who could be the face of the business. [A slight turn of her head indicates the rest of the thought: Less Like This]
I'm not sure what Tony's gonna do without her.
[That's what Saul's most worried about.
He watches Kanaya, then arches an eyebrow.]
I don't see the problem.
[That's what Saul's most worried about.
He watches Kanaya, then arches an eyebrow.]
I don't see the problem.
[...oh right. That guy. She'd wanted to solicit him for materials but... maybe she should wait.
Mr. Goodman doesn't see it, though, and that makes her feel better but worse at the same time. There are nice men like him out there. Maybe... she's too insecure after all? Hahaha. Yeah, right. There's never an end to possibilities of disappointment and failure.]
He's very handsome by human standards. He can't have that hard a time.
Mr. Goodman doesn't see it, though, and that makes her feel better but worse at the same time. There are nice men like him out there. Maybe... she's too insecure after all? Hahaha. Yeah, right. There's never an end to possibilities of disappointment and failure.]
He's very handsome by human standards. He can't have that hard a time.
[That earns a smirk from Saul, but it's followed by a roll of his eyes.]
Handsome and brilliant, but if the way Pepper kept an eye on him tells me anything, it's that the guy doesn't know how to tie his shoes.
Handsome and brilliant, but if the way Pepper kept an eye on him tells me anything, it's that the guy doesn't know how to tie his shoes.
The richest men in all societies are that way, aren't they? Just need somebody to keep an eye on them, that's all.
[Wise beyond her sweeps.]
The door revolves both ways. [She doesn't mean, of course, that Pepper will come back. That's always too much to hope for. Just that he'll replace her, pragmatically if not necessarily emotionally, out of sheer necessity.]
[Wise beyond her sweeps.]
The door revolves both ways. [She doesn't mean, of course, that Pepper will come back. That's always too much to hope for. Just that he'll replace her, pragmatically if not necessarily emotionally, out of sheer necessity.]
[He shrugs a shoulder, addressing everything she just said with one gesture.]
We'll see. You need my help with any of this?
We'll see. You need my help with any of this?
I don't know, it would be nice... [She manages to not gesture at herself again, a small victory over her alien/adolescent hyper self awareness.]
To have a frontman, you know. You're well-known in the collective commercial circles, from what I've seen. I don't know if that's a role you're entirely interested in or if it's just what Pepper asked you to do...
To have a frontman, you know. You're well-known in the collective commercial circles, from what I've seen. I don't know if that's a role you're entirely interested in or if it's just what Pepper asked you to do...
Um.
[It's not really that he's not interested; he's just busy.]
This sorta thing isn't really up my alley, you know? I'm a law guy. Working for the Department and being on call for Tony is one thing, but a rec facility...
[Saul trails off, shrugging a shoulder.]
[It's not really that he's not interested; he's just busy.]
This sorta thing isn't really up my alley, you know? I'm a law guy. Working for the Department and being on call for Tony is one thing, but a rec facility...
[Saul trails off, shrugging a shoulder.]
[Her disappointment is immediately physically obvious--she actually glows a little less brightly.] I guess the connection is pretty tenuous at that point.
[She clutches the papers a little closer.]
If you know anyone else who's looking for that kind of white-collar work, though...
[She clutches the papers a little closer.]
If you know anyone else who's looking for that kind of white-collar work, though...
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