Careers Fair, Fandom High Front Lawn, Friday Afternoon, 07/21/06

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

By lunch time, the booths were set up, the guests had arrived and there was quaint music playing from somewhere undetermined. Hawkeye is walking around with one of those portable microphone/speaker set-ups, roaming from booth to booth announcing the various guests that have come to Fandom to talk about their professions.

And despite what the mainland weather forecast said, it was definitely a nice, fine day.

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Re: SPY

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"Just general attempts. Neither of us have yet to openly accuse the other of anything. The official cause of death listed for my Father is a snakebite, so many people are not aware that it even was murder." Talking about his Father was starting to being down his spirits a bit.

"That Sight sounds like it must be a very useful gift. Does it help you out a lot in your line of work?"

Re: SPY

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Definitely, start your own counterattack as soon as possible," Aly advised. "Even if it's as small as half-noticed rumors in the streets. Or intimations that he's going a bit mad with age. Anything to start getting people to look at him with slight suspicion. Then when you take your next step, they'll be ready for it."

She noticed the slight drop in his mood and smiled at him flirtatiously. No, she didn't see anything wrong with flirtation the minute after speaking of revenge. "It can be quite a bit of help even though I try not to rely on it. Though it also attracts unwanted attention so there are drawbacks."

Re: SPY

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

"And what exactly would the next step be?" he asked with some genuine concern. "My source wishes for me to kill my uncle as soon as possible, but I'm having some ethical difficulties with that."

He smiled back weakly at her. "A drawback? Can people then tell when you use it against them?"

Re: SPY

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"I couldn't tell you that," Aly said sympathetically. "But right now you want to make sure you keep room to maneuver in order to make a next step. If your uncle did kill your father, you don't want your entire town thinking that you're a no-account layabout and he's a paragon of virtue." She glanced at him from under her lashes. "Sounds like your source thinks he has a stake in it. Why not tell him that you'll take the mission from here?"

"Oh, no," she said. "It a passive talent. Used for observing rather than affecting someone. I meant from the Gods. One in particular thinks that my Gift means I ought to do his tasks in the world." She rolled her eyes but winked.