Rorschach is "Mike Caulfield" (whisper_no) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2010-11-01 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | pam, rorschach |
Who: Liz and "Mike"
What: Rorschach attempts to get information from someone without hurting them.
Where: Phantasia
When: The start of "Mike's" shift at Phantasia on Monday (the day after the Halloween party at Centro)
Warnings: Rory's trying to be people. Expect hilarity.
Though the concept of "teamwork" was still very fuzzy in Rorschach's mind, he did well with his task. He and the Bat had, at least for the moment, common goals. Though he couldn't deny that he wasn't thrilled with the way in which the Bat and Corbinian had left the previous night, he couldn't let that affect his judgment. Everyone else was distracted by the glamor of getting drunk and rubbing against one another, too blind to see that something was wrong here. He and the Bat were able to see, and he would have to use his keen vision to blaze a path for them.
Interpersonal working relationships were not Rorschach's strong suit, but he managed to keep a decent one with his boss, Liz. She was a very tiny woman with a very big voice - even when she was whispering - and he could respect her as well as he could any mortal. Were he more of a man and less of a mask, he might have felt bad for what he was going to do - tap her for the sole purpose of gaining information. But this was important. Her rivalry with Brigham Mercer, operator of Centro, could mean that she took extra care to find out what he had done at that party. There was a fair chance that if he had arranged for something to affect the partygoers' judgment, she'd at least have some idea of it.
Removing his jacket, Rorschach let it fall over his arm, exposing his black "Security" T-shirt with the club's logo emblazoned in the fabric. It seemed designed to draw just enough attention to his size to serve as a warning without being crass or crude. Strangely enough, the cut of his shirt was one of the few things about this entire club that Rorschach didn't find offensive. But his opinions didn't matter at the moment. After leaving his jacket in the staff room where most employees left their things, he casually let his sharp blue gaze roam over the club in search of his boss.
And there she was, sitting on one of the comfortable couches in the lounge area. Hesitating just slightly in the shadows, Rorschach took a deep breath. This would be his first interrogation conducted as a conversation, with no intent of torture. To say that he was apprehensive would have been an understatement. But he had an idea, and he was going to stick with it. He trusted it would work.
"Afternoon," he grunted to Liz as he entered the lounge, giving her a gruff nod as was customary. "Enjoy weekend?"