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

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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]

"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.