Elizabeth, need you to come fill these papers out. Next month, we're going to Paris.
» I've never lost a client quite like this.
You know, you'd be perfect for the Business Manager position. Helping kids, fundraising. It sounds right up your alley.[End Filter]
Neal. Please, please tell me that you were joking about Dorian Gray's portrait. I was sick, so I wasn't fully up to answering that question, and it's been plaguing me since. Tell me the idea has worn off since you were on vacation. There's a difference between stealing something from--[End Filter]
I can't believe I'm at a point where I'm justifying theft. Never mind. I'm going back to work.
Nothing crossing the desks here at the office that seem related to your missing friend. Any news on your end? You know, before you get TOO comfortable in Italy while some of us stay here.
Two people in the office today sick and I've been feeling a tickle in my throat. Not a good sign. I think I'm going to drown myself in orange juice this weekend and hope for the best.
Neal. Here's your first gift. I'm not going to tell you about a few of the other things I accidentally found on Google, and I see why Sara warned me about fan fiction.[End Filter]
Second gift, which probably isn't nearly as laughable, I thought maybe you and Sara might want to have dinner with El and I. You pick the place, I pick up the tab. I should qualify that. I'll pick up the tab if I can afford it. Unless you and Sara would rather have some private time, then we can postpone until tomorrow or this weekend.
Happy birthday, buddy.
Are these new FBI badges heavier? They feel heavier.[End Filter]
We need Jones to show up.
I invited Neal and Sara to dinner tonight, I hope you didn't already have plans. Unless they reschedule, that is. I should have asked first, sorry hon.[End Filter]
- Manon Peeters: owns a B&B in the center of the city. Big fan of the show. Shockingly normal. I've looked up pictures of the B&B and it looks decent enough.
- Camille Janssens: has a townhouse downtown that looks great. Marble counters, her father's in the wine business, very posh. Has a stipulation that I'm not allowed to wear a shirt while on her property, so I vote no.
- Léa Wouters: will be out of town the next week to visit her boyfriend in Germany. Sounds ideal, right? She made the point of mentioning she has cameras in every room in her house. I don't know if that's her being careful about thieving or if she just likes to watch.
Hello, floors 20&21!
For those of you who don't already know me, my name is Joan Watson, and I am your new housing assistant.
I'll tell you a little bit about myself. I am from this time and this city in a world that is very much like this one. I am currently an investigator, working with Sherlock Holmes and the NYPD. Prior to coming here, I had worked as a sober companion for the last several years, and I would be happy to assist anyone who is currently struggling with addiction in any way that I can. (I also have medical training, and will be able to assist in case of emergencies, but please don't hesitate to call 911.)
As for what my position entails, in addition to helping out with any housing issues you may have, I'm also here to help you adapt to your new surroundings in any way that I can. I'd be happy to help you find a job, navigate the public transportation system, use modern technology and currency, and so on. If there's ever anything you need help with, please don't hesitate to ask. My number and my hours of availability will be posted on the door of room 2108. I look forward to getting to know all of you better.
(( Pretend that there is a valid logistical reason why this wasn't posted sooner. Joan would have posted it in a timely fashion, but I was out of town when it happened, and only remembered yesterday. Which happened because I was sick at home with the stomach flu, and kept wishing Steve Rogers was there to carry me from place to place so I wouldn't have to stand up. ))