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Mɪᴛᴄʜᴇʟʟ Hᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ ([personal profile] viced) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2013-06-01 07:33 pm

You might take the hard line

WHO: April Ludgate and Mitchell Hundred
WHERE: City Hall!
WHEN: Saturday Afternoon, 1 PM
WARNINGS: Mentions of drug use
SUMMARY: Mitchell was told that it was April who'd orchestrated the mishap with the brownies
FORMAT: Quicklog!



[ Edward and he had worked closer to the conclusion that it had been April who'd brought in the brownies, and put them on his desk. He couldn't fault anyone who'd taken them, and he wasn't keen to do any drug tests in City Hall for his own reasons. Notwithstanding the fact that in government, they rarely did them anyway. He waited, five until one, at his desk, another cup of coffee filled to the top with a black sludge that was masquerading as coffee, but was really just pure caffiene.

He waited, tapping the desk, finishing the last of the paper proposals that he could, passing the time until April actually showed up.
]
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[She showed up early. Not because she was a prompt and efficient employee or because she was trying to be good. But because Mitch had said one and she refused to follow orders precisely. She also had a feeling she was in trouble already- had he found the fake product reviews?- and wanted to...well, not be fired summed it up. So being late would be dumb.

Three minutes early. No knock. Just April Ludgate suddenly in the doorway.]


People know I'm here.
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Fine. She could sit. Arms folded over her chest, but that wasn't exactly a new thing.]

No.

[Maybe it was the leaving only a teaspoon of coffee in the still hot pot so she technically didn't have to change it. Whatever the case, it was full on blank expression, on-going eye contact time. She could win this.]
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
If this is about those stupid ships- that was self-defense. No one talks in rhyme to me. And lives.

[Except about a million people had, but where there was confusion and fear, April would cover.]

I don't care what Eddie told you.
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
Badly.

[He asked. The point of using Eddie'd title is- what should be unsurprisingly- not in anyway noticed. But now she's leaning forward, hands on the arm of the chair, because what the hell, Mitch.]

I'm sorry. Is it election year or something. Do cameras come to Narnia with us?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Does that even sound like me?

[Drugging? Drugging. The needed amendment to her statement is put on hold as she tries to think of-

Oh.

Oh.

Fuck.]


Sharing. Does baking and sharing even sound like something I'm humanly capable of?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[The fact April spends a good half a minute just sitting in silent, near vibrating rage probably doesn't help her case. There was a reason she hadn't eaten any brownies: Eddie had given them to her and smirked his smirk. And now this.

Fine.

Just. Fine.]


Whatever. Is that it?
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[personal profile] aggressiveapathy 2013-06-02 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't think I'll be bored. For a while.

[Because this was war. And also April standing up to go.

Worst Saturday ever.]