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i want to live where soul meets body; (open log)

CHARACTERS: Allison Argent and you!
LOCATION: Open starters at SEC HQ, the gardens, the kitchens, misc
WARNINGS: N/A (will update if necessary)
SUMMARY: an open log for most of march.
NOTES: Let me know if you want a specific starter for you, or leave one of your own! Feel free to interrupt the prompts at any time, too, they're not set in stone.

SEC HQ
[ She's a hard worker, this one. When she's on shift, if she's not out actively patrolling, she's here, doing her best to keep her own 'paper'work filed, and maybe working on some of the backlog, too. Edgeworth's desk is still piled up and it grows every day. It's the least she can do, right? Sometimes she's just here on break, leafing through a book she's found in the library (although most of it goes right over her head, considering it all references things she has no idea about) or she's watching an episode of All My Universes on her comm. Isadora is crazy, isn't she!? ]

Oxygen Gardens/9th floor Kitchens
[ Running helps her keep her mind clear. It was one of the things she did back home when she was having a rough time with things, and here it provides her with a strange sense of comfort. A forest is a forest, even if the terrain is completely different. She does her best to stick to the main paths while she jogs, trying not to get in the way of anyone working or otherwise out. When she's done, she heads to the kitchens for a bottle of water, sitting on the counter and drinking it with her eyes closed. She needs to go to the showers next, but the breather is nice. So she's savoring it. ]

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[ His lips twitch up a little in amusement as she totally Secretaries it up like the best damn Jr. Office Rep anyone ever had. On a freaking space ship. Just goes to show you every hunter's day job is just about as mind boggling as it could possibly get.

Guess it helps a little that it's for the security department, but still.

An eyebrow lifts a little skeptically at that last part, though, because... seriously, how hard could the training possibly be? Unless they're throwing him through walls for six hours a day, he's pretty sure he can hack it. ]

What kinda training are we talkin' here?

She'll check your firearm proficiency, as well as melee combat and physical fitness. She's pretty strict about people in SEC going to the gym, so she'll be on the look out for your gym regimen. She also expects basic first aid and will absolutely expect you to get training in that from someone in medical if you don't have it already. [ She grins a little. ]

If you're up for the challenge, she's the one you want to talk to. Otherwise I can just show you around HQ and make sure it's something you really want to do. [ Allison pauses, thinking for a moment. ] Honestly, it'd be nice to have the extra help. There aren't that many of us, and the ship is huge and we have so many people on it. A lot of us are working a lot of overtime.

[ Tyke's the person she has in mind when she says this, but Allison hasn't exactly been giving up shifts, herself. ]

[ Firearms? Easy. Melee combat? Piece of cake. Physical fitness? Being a runner for Engineering's got more cardio on him than he's had in freakin' forever.

But going to the gym? Ughhhhh. With the protein shakes and the... shorts, and the mats. Gyms are for douchebags. A disgusted frown appears on his lips as soon as she mentions it.

...And yet, the urge to pitch in and help might overpower his anti-gym sentiment. He sighs, taps his hands on the desk decisively. ]

Alright, yeah, hook me up. Gimme the tour, lemme see what we're working with.

[ Allison grins and stands up, neatening the stack of data pads before coming out around the desk. ] Tyke doesn't like non SEC people seeing some stuff, so I can't show you everything. But! This is the boardroom. [ She spreads out her hands as if to show it off. Ta-da? ] This is usually where we do most of the work. There's also a security station by the residencies, which is kind of a smaller version of this but without the frills. Have you been to the brig yet?

[ While it's probably smart that Tyke keep non-SEC people out of the loop about a few things, there's no denying the spark in his curiosity. You can't get over a decade or three of poking at things people wanna keep secret, and his eyebrow arches a little. All the more reason to join the cool kids' club, right?

Plus there are probably tasers, and those are always a hoot. Damn, he hasn't seen a good tasing in, like, forever.

He takes in the boardroom, doing his best not to look wholly unimpressed. It sure is... a board room. Shakes his head at her question.]

Turns out drunk in public isn't illegal here, so no. Brig free.

[ Jk mild sarcasm, he's not actually that big of an alcoholic. Don't worry he's not expecting a laugh. ]

[ She doesn't, although her look does have a bit of mild amusement to it. She'd quip that Sec has better things to worry about, but decides against it because he probably already knows that. ] I'll take you there, next. C'mon.

[ She tilts her head towards the door. ]

Do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars.

[ He comments absently, mostly to himself, shifting around the desk with his hands in his pockets and falling into step behind her. ]

Alright, lead the way.

[ She snorts, and almost rolls her eyes at him as she heads out the door. ] There no get out of jail free cards here, either. Just as an FYI.

[ But she's grinning! She's used to terrible jokes, Dean, comes with the territory of hanging out with Stiles as much as she does. ] It's probably even less exciting than the board room.

I'll keep that in mind. [ He responds wryly, some amount of amusement lurking in the corner of his mouth. He appreciates the courtesy grin, nowadays a man can't even get a giggle with his crappy sense of humor.

He follows her out, striding along beside her easily considering she's a solid foot shorter. ]

I doubt that. No offense, sweetheart, but your boardroom's snoozeville.

It's not that boring! We have card games and magazines. And stuff. I'm just not allowed to show you the really fun parts. [ She's smiling, though, as she walks, taking the shortest route she knows to the brig -- it's still a pretty long walk, though. ] Do you have any questions? About Sec, I mean.

Not a whole lot that your pamphlet didn't already answer.

[ By pamphlet he means that big fat log of information and crap that gets posted on the network after every jump. Now, if they had a real pamphlet, that would be about a hundred times better, but what can you do.

When they do finally arrive at the brig, Dean's not exactly overwhelmed by the awesomeness of it. It looks just about like what he figured a damn brig would look like, with one nigling concern. His brow furrows as he eyes the bars, pretty standard and unremarkably metal. ]

That's it? That's our knight in shining protection against potential mass murderers if someone decides to go postal?

If someone's going that postal, we'll probably respond in kind. [ Tyke doesn't like lethal force being used on people, but Allison is clearly of the mind that if she has to, she will. ] Most of the time it's people just needing to cool their heads for a day or too. We haven't had any major issues thus far. [ She glances around the room, and then starts for the door. ] I'll show you to the way station, next, it's kind of like our halfway point between HQ and the rest of the ship.

[ If that makes sense. ]

[ Dean's lips purse unhappily at the answer, but he doesn't push it. He's seen those x-men movies, okay, he knows how respond in kind usually goes for those dumb ass human soldiers. He will carry his anti-Magneto torch forever, because a Winchester's butthurt burns with the fiery passion of a thousand bottles of hot sauce and also the sun.

Instead of voicing as much, he gives her a jerky nod. Lead on, fearless leader. To the way station they go. ]

[ She knows he doesn't quite believe her, but. Tyke is her boss, and she'll follow Tyke's orders. She'll also protect her friends to the death.

She heads out of the brig, and heads towards the way station, making small conversation with him as they go. She's telling him about their usual shift patterns, twelve on, a day or two off, when she turns and sees-- Tyke. ] Tyke! We were just talking about you.

[ Kinda sorta. ]

[ If Tyke's not way beyond hoping for some sign of recognition on Dean's face, any spark of it is quickly doused when he sets eyes on her and doesn't seem to have much of a reaction. She's attractive, he'll give her that, and about as interesting as any generic head of department might be for a guy who knows this place is too short-staffed for the interview process ot be all that selective.

He grants her a nod, swinging past Allison a little to hold out a hand. ]

Dean Winchester.

[ The 'nice to meet you' is implied. ]

[Taylor's checking inventory, making sure the station's stocked, distractedly tapping commands on a data tablet even as she registers that Allison and someone else are approaching. By the time she actually looks up, Dean's nodding, moving forward and holding a hand out to her.

She freezes, staring at it a little like he's holding out a bomb. Her fingers grip knuckle white around the tablet, eyes wide as her gaze pulls up to his face.

She'd expected to have the network to buffer things. Not like this.]

I know who you are.

[It's blurted out before she can think of anything better. Anything friendlier. She still hasn't taken his hand.]

[ Allison looks back and forth between the two, and realizes-- there's something not right here. She steps forward, trying to do a little bit of damage control.

She hadn't meant to interrupt Tyke while she was working. ] Dean was wondering if he could volunteer for Sec. So I was giving him a small tour so he'd know what he was in for.

[ He knows that look. Not that he knows Tyke or he's got any sort of bank on her facial expressions, nothing like that, but he's seen that look on at least a dozen faces over the course of these last two years of his life. Ever since he started dimension hopping, he's seen that expression to varying degrees on strangers, and it's never good. Sometimes it's the gentle, mild we've talked a couple times, I remember you, I know you don't remember me suprise. Other times it's worse. Way worse. Way more deep than Dean's got any idea, and he can remember it the first time he (this him) ever met a man named Philip.

It's that we were closer than you're ever gonna know and I want you to stay the hell away from me look that just shuts a person down for a second and renders them immobile. He never got the chance to make things right between him and Phil, and he seriously doubts he'd be capable of it given a hundred damn years in that mansion to try.

So if it seems like a flicker of dark, deep understanding crosses his expression for a split second, that's because it does. It's gone an instant, though, burried between sudden blank professionalism.

He shoots a tight, insincere smile at Allison's attempt to buffer them, outstretched hand awkwardly dropping to rub against his thigh and then slip into his jacket pocket. ]

Figured you guys must be about as short-staffed as the rest of the joint, so Ally was working some recruitment magic. Said you were the person to talk to about it.

[Castiel had said he'd do this. Volunteer for security at some point. Anyone else would've shot her a message on her comms, but of course Dean had to throw her for a loop. She looks back down at the data pad in her hand to stop herself staring at his face, from catching Allison's expression for seeing this. There's a tightness in her chest, like a knot - it's familiar, the amount of times she's had to interact with Dean after Dean that didn't remember her.]

Can't be two departments. Unless you wanna switch from engineering, you'll have to run shifts with a security member. Nanites.

[A beat, and then the part she doesn't want. Not yet. But more time isn't necessarily likely to make this easier, and she can't pretend the recruitment processes run differently with Allison there to witness it.]

I'll have to put you through an assessment.

[ There's something wrong, here, and Allison can't quite put her finger on it. She glances back and forth between Dean and Tyke, and she doesn't want to leave either one of them alone with the other mostly because of how awkward it is. ] I can. Take him. If you want, Tyke, after he passes.

[ She glances between the two of them again, biting her lip. ] I have to get back, since I'm on shift. [ She looks up at Dean. ] Think you can find your way back?

[ He glances down at Allison's offer, mouth opening to protest and then closing again. Actually, that works out alright, he's guaranteed a rounds buddy with someone he actually likes and he can keep a closer eye on her. He does what he can to stifle the awkward with an insincere, tight smile. Gives Allison a nod.]

Yeah, no, I think I can navigate. Go... secure stuff.

[ ...and then it's awkward awk city over here for a second, with a beat of silence passing and an terse sort of rub to the back of his neck. ]

So... assessment. Are we talking, like, laser tag and Alien situations here, or like a multiple choice kinda thing?

[ This man is an adult. ]

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