Who: Sebastian and Fiona When: backdated a bit to January 5 because I fail; afternoon Where: Town hall What: Both are working, but Fiona's much more welcome around there than Sebastian. Rating: Likely low Status: Incomplete, but with less singing by the Backstreet Boys.
"Just tell him that I only want a moment of his time." That was a complete and total lie, but it was a new year which lead to Sebastian Sullivan wanting some answers and at the moment Arthur Bacchus seemed like the best way to get those. He wasn't beyond a little bit of fibbing though to try and get his story, especially one that could be as big as all of this. A small part of him was still looking to demand the LSATs given so he could actually make his point. And if he did get accepted, maybe a semester of law school would be good just to come back and educate people on the full meanings of slander and libel since they seemed so confused. Though there was no point wasting valuable time studying for it until he could actually get confirmation and know that it was something worth studying up. He had work after all and an apartment that was slowly being a drain on what money he had saved. The idea of asking his dad for money though was not exactly high on his list of things to focus on right now. "I am a concerned citizen like anyone else in this town."
He huffed a little indignantly at the secretary and went to take a seat. He was fully within his rights to stay there as long as it might take for him to come out of there. Though really just thinking about it, there was likely a few ways out of there that he would completely avoid the reporter. Unfortunately he hadn't thought to call Penny and see if she was busy. When did school even start back into session? It was one of those things you didn't think about much when you really didn't have to worry about it. He'd had his lunch though and Bast could work just as well right there on the bench as he could at a desk. Especially at home considering there was not the distraction of a small kitten trying to lay down on the middle of his paper or computer. If he didn't get his intended target, there was always just writing and keeping his ears open. People tended to talk a lot without thinking that other people might be listening in. It also meant he could hear quite well as there were footsteps approaching him. "Afternoon. Something I can help you with?" He asked without looking up.