[ Jess leans back against her desk, crossing her arms. She blows a puff of air out from the bellows of her cheeks. She's safer. And anyone who might be in a similar position to her. Anyone else who brazenly refused to be blindfolded as to what was really going on during the assault. She doesn't know if she's the only one. Hoping one way or another feels equally shitty. ]
I don't know. The contract complicates things. If he was careful about it, he could be safer from Will than anyone. [ She's thought about what she'd put in writing, if some machination of the city had her signing with someone as twisted as him. Those precautions predate William by several months, though. ]
( nick had gotten lucky, as far as contracts went — the same way he's gotten lucky, over and over, in the decency of the people he's run into. he's never had to put the work into understanding the complications of contracts here.
it doesn't feel any better to keep drinking but he does it anyway, for something to do with his hands or a reason to stop. beefed up or not, nick literally makes the stuff, he knows it will take a while before it starts to take effect. a handful of sober days hasn't killed the tolerance he's built up over the years, after all. )
[ A sneer. Whatever that means, she's blissfully unaware, but she can hear it in his voice and it's repulsive. ]
Yeah. [ Presumably he can get it through his friend, and it doesn't need to be said that William should be kept in the dark. If that friend of Nick's is already a little suspicious, simply asking for a copy won't worsen that, unless he makes a bargain out of it. She'll reiterate the importance of subterfuge before Nick has a chance to actually do anything.
Which won't guarantee shit. What began as a measured risk, looking out for Nick, is starting to snowball. But, like Nick, she can't go back to not knowing. She can't just stand back and let it happen to someone else. ] Does he seem okay, your friend?
[ It should be uncomfortably clear what "okay" means in this context. ]
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( lie the way nick does, but it's a particularly shameful character trait he doesn't like to shine a light on if he can help it, so that train of thought ends as quickly as it starts. another drink, a sour expression on his face as he continues. )
He thinks he's fine. Doesn't trust him but he doesn't trust anyone. He would have gone harder with me if--anything had happened.
( he's mistrustful and stubborn, and far less easily swayed than nick, and that's about all that nick is holding onto right now. it's no kind of protection really, but it might buy time. whatever good that might do any of them.
if he has ideas whirring in the back of his mind already he doesn't voice them though, just scrapes at the corner of the label with his bitten down thumbnail and squints into the bottle. )
His name is Oliver Daye. My age, my height. Brown hair, brown eyes.
[ Then maybe the long game is played differently. She was thrown away in a night. His control of her was cheap and easy; he might consider her to be, too. No follow-up conversation with her, trying to convince her he'd been acting out of character. To keep someone under his thumb for several months, maybe they should want to be there. Or think they do. Could be more rewarding from his perspective.
Jess worries her lip, gaze unfixed. She can't help but assume William will push those limits. Expand the parameters of his dominance, little by little. Or a lot. He can throw caution to the wind if he does it sparingly, puts on a pretty pout and lets the city take the blame. Like he did with Nick. ]
If he can get a copy without raising suspicion, get me photos of it. For now, it might be enough that he doesn't trust him. And keeps his distance when things around here get... the fucked up way they get.
If Oli finds out what happened, he'll try to kill him.
( try, only because nick knows nebulously that william is a something, even if he doesn't know an awful lot more than that, and because oliver has about as much experience in murdering people as nick does--which is to say, none at all.
but if the "plan" (if it can even be called that, as far as what nick knows) is to sit tight, then it's probably worth rattling off the liabilities. nick is a liability, even saying william's name feels too much right now, but he can figure that out. it's everyone else that he doesn't know what to do with. )
Logan knows a little. Not everything. I saw him, after— ( he swigs rather than finish that sentence, shrugging like they're talking about the weather. ) No one else knows anything.
[ Her eyes focus up at the sound of Logan's name. Fuck. Shit fuck fucking shit shit fuck. He's no more in danger than if only one of them had leaned on him but Christ. It's a lot for one man to bear. Not to mention, it was on his dime that she spent her first two and a half days out of the Zoo.
She can't afford to spiral out about it now. Putting a pin on it, she pushes herself away from her desk. ]
I saw him too. [ Not right after, but why split hairs? This, at least, she can take off Nick's shoulders. ] Talked options with him. Will heals like he does. [ So Logan knows that as well. ]
( logan would probably try to kill william if he found out the extent of the man's involvement too, but if jess knows logan well enough to talk options with him then she probably knows that too, so nick doesn't bother saying that. he'd rather not remember the way he was tempted, just for a moment, to let him.
it's not--impossible, but they're certainly complications. nick presses a thumb between his eyebrows. he doesn't have a headache but it feels like he should, the amount of pressure that's weighing on this conversation. the stakes might as well be astronomical. )
Right. Okay. So I...come up with something for Oliver. Jealousy, maybe. He'll buy it if I make it something weird, maybe. Logan, I don't know. He'll probably bring it up it up if he thinks anything is going on, so I can wait for that. Get the contract, act normal with William.
( he starts about as decisively as nick is capable of, but the more he talks the less certain he gets. it's a stopgap at best, but he doesn't expect there's really any other steps to be taken. just...to hunker down, and endure the storm.
[ It sucks but all they can do for now is tread water. The most actionable course she can take based on current information is ripping William's head off. His bones break just like anybody else's. It should kill him. But odds are good that he'll just come back. People fall into comas, they vanish, and they resurrect. She hasn't read a single network post in her time here about someone kicking the bucket for good.
So that's a last resort. In case he catches on. It won't be half as effective as what he's truly afraid of, which remains undiscovered. It's sure as hell not pain. Even that, once weaponized, will be a never-ending battle. The city will offer opportunities to circumvent her measures. The introduction of something persuasive to the food or the air. A naive or unscrupulous new arrival to the program willing to lend him aid. Leverage over those magic users already here. And then she'll devise a counter to his retaliation, and so on and so on, until the program sees fit to send one of them home.
It seems so hellishly exhausting and hopeless when she thinks that far ahead. ]
Yeah. [ She lumbers over to the couch and sits herself down with the grace of a potato sack. ] It's safer if you don't know. But if something happens, call me. [ She doesn't sound sure about making that offer but she has to. She's the only one who can. ]
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I don't know. The contract complicates things. If he was careful about it, he could be safer from Will than anyone. [ She's thought about what she'd put in writing, if some machination of the city had her signing with someone as twisted as him. Those precautions predate William by several months, though. ]
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( nick had gotten lucky, as far as contracts went — the same way he's gotten lucky, over and over, in the decency of the people he's run into. he's never had to put the work into understanding the complications of contracts here.
it doesn't feel any better to keep drinking but he does it anyway, for something to do with his hands or a reason to stop. beefed up or not, nick literally makes the stuff, he knows it will take a while before it starts to take effect. a handful of sober days hasn't killed the tolerance he's built up over the years, after all. )
Apparently he likes Oli's face.
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Yeah. [ Presumably he can get it through his friend, and it doesn't need to be said that William should be kept in the dark. If that friend of Nick's is already a little suspicious, simply asking for a copy won't worsen that, unless he makes a bargain out of it. She'll reiterate the importance of subterfuge before Nick has a chance to actually do anything.
Which won't guarantee shit. What began as a measured risk, looking out for Nick, is starting to snowball. But, like Nick, she can't go back to not knowing. She can't just stand back and let it happen to someone else. ] Does he seem okay, your friend?
[ It should be uncomfortably clear what "okay" means in this context. ]
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( lie the way nick does, but it's a particularly shameful character trait he doesn't like to shine a light on if he can help it, so that train of thought ends as quickly as it starts. another drink, a sour expression on his face as he continues. )
He thinks he's fine. Doesn't trust him but he doesn't trust anyone. He would have gone harder with me if--anything had happened.
( he's mistrustful and stubborn, and far less easily swayed than nick, and that's about all that nick is holding onto right now. it's no kind of protection really, but it might buy time. whatever good that might do any of them.
if he has ideas whirring in the back of his mind already he doesn't voice them though, just scrapes at the corner of the label with his bitten down thumbnail and squints into the bottle. )
His name is Oliver Daye. My age, my height. Brown hair, brown eyes.
( so. william probably has a type. )
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Jess worries her lip, gaze unfixed. She can't help but assume William will push those limits. Expand the parameters of his dominance, little by little. Or a lot. He can throw caution to the wind if he does it sparingly, puts on a pretty pout and lets the city take the blame. Like he did with Nick. ]
If he can get a copy without raising suspicion, get me photos of it. For now, it might be enough that he doesn't trust him. And keeps his distance when things around here get... the fucked up way they get.
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( try, only because nick knows nebulously that william is a something, even if he doesn't know an awful lot more than that, and because oliver has about as much experience in murdering people as nick does--which is to say, none at all.
but if the "plan" (if it can even be called that, as far as what nick knows) is to sit tight, then it's probably worth rattling off the liabilities. nick is a liability, even saying william's name feels too much right now, but he can figure that out. it's everyone else that he doesn't know what to do with. )
Logan knows a little. Not everything. I saw him, after— ( he swigs rather than finish that sentence, shrugging like they're talking about the weather. ) No one else knows anything.
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She can't afford to spiral out about it now. Putting a pin on it, she pushes herself away from her desk. ]
I saw him too. [ Not right after, but why split hairs? This, at least, she can take off Nick's shoulders. ] Talked options with him. Will heals like he does. [ So Logan knows that as well. ]
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it's not--impossible, but they're certainly complications. nick presses a thumb between his eyebrows. he doesn't have a headache but it feels like he should, the amount of pressure that's weighing on this conversation. the stakes might as well be astronomical. )
Right. Okay. So I...come up with something for Oliver. Jealousy, maybe. He'll buy it if I make it something weird, maybe. Logan, I don't know. He'll probably bring it up it up if he thinks anything is going on, so I can wait for that. Get the contract, act normal with William.
( he starts about as decisively as nick is capable of, but the more he talks the less certain he gets. it's a stopgap at best, but he doesn't expect there's really any other steps to be taken. just...to hunker down, and endure the storm.
still. he asks. )
You got anything after that?
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So that's a last resort. In case he catches on. It won't be half as effective as what he's truly afraid of, which remains undiscovered. It's sure as hell not pain. Even that, once weaponized, will be a never-ending battle. The city will offer opportunities to circumvent her measures. The introduction of something persuasive to the food or the air. A naive or unscrupulous new arrival to the program willing to lend him aid. Leverage over those magic users already here. And then she'll devise a counter to his retaliation, and so on and so on, until the program sees fit to send one of them home.
It seems so hellishly exhausting and hopeless when she thinks that far ahead. ]
Yeah. [ She lumbers over to the couch and sits herself down with the grace of a potato sack. ] It's safer if you don't know. But if something happens, call me. [ She doesn't sound sure about making that offer but she has to. She's the only one who can. ]