noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in summerview, @ 2019-03-06 01:18:00 |
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Nothing could make her regret her change in career choice like a meeting. Worse, a meeting with paper pushers and bureaucrats, a few in the office with her and others in a video conference around the world. It took two hours, them grilling her on her last contact with her sister (months ago, and before then, a few decades), what she was doing with the barrier (setting up extra patrols, working with Greg and the Witches in charge of the barrier, like Oksana and Cece), and had she heard anything more about the attack on the lab?
The answer to the last one was fuzzy, they knew that things had been taken from the lab before it was blown sky high, but what and where was not concrete. Which, she told them in a tone just this side of sharp, was not her job. Jayati didn't have people, the resources, the skillset, the time or the energy to play PI in California and fuck knows inbetween, frankly. A represenative that was from the region of the world Jayati and Xiofan hatched seemed to think it was her responsibility because her sister was the figure head for this movement. But Jayati was not here for any sort of 'carry your family's sins' mentality, thanks. Especially because Xi wasn't exactly working on her own, and Mircea was right (damn him) the tides of anger had been there before the Malcontents were officially formed. The Mayor finally called an end to the meeting after Jayati had said that she would gladly take missile for her town but she wasn't being paid to listen to any of their annoying chatter, in fact, the missile sounded more pleasant at the time. She stayed a few minutes after the meeting, after the other staff had shuffled out and the screens were powered off, asking when the last time she slept was - or flew. Ten minutes or so later she strode out with a sigh and a mutter, pulling her ever-present leather jacket off and dropping it on Gene's desk to reach under it for the 'hidden' drawer and the bottle of Undersea liqour hidden there. Mermaids, surprisingly, made some good shit. Luckily, the meeting meant everyone went home early for some reason, and there was no one else totsk at her. |