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[cactusy]

[If I don't have an active post up, feel free to use this post to have your character call, videochat, text, or knock on Shaw's door.]

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[cactusy]

Watching him like a hawk, monitoring his movements, and escorting him around the ship is what I'm doing, so if you're not saying don't do that, then we're on the same page.

Rawne is being too passive about this for my liking, but what else is new in this place. I got him to at least consider monitoring Avalon, which seems to me like it should be a basic standard after something like this. I'm gonna keep an eye out for them lurking around, too.

[tinstar]

Will you be trustin' anyone to help you with those tasks?

[cactusy]

It's not a matter of trust. I'm his warden; he's my responsibility. I want to know if other people see things I might miss, but I can't just... delegate out my wardening and get reports from a third party.

[tinstar]

At least now we're gettin' somewhere.

[He just wanted to understand how she saw things.]

Taking an hour to see your wife or go talk to Rawne is hardly abandonin' your post. I'm just sayin' - you need to put Will in a room for an hour and have someone keep an eye on him, speak up.

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[hippie_ninja]

Neal Caffrey really doesn't like you.

I spoke to Malcolm. Neal was there, and he lost it when I told Malcolm that he needed to listen to you.

[cactusy]

You and Bright are all up in arms about me following him around, but stashing him in a room like an inconvenience so I can go take care of personal crap sounds way worse to me.

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[cactusy]

[Shaw doesn't answer for a bit. When she does, she sounds tired, and more toneless than usual.]

Okay.

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[hippie_ninja]

Hey. What's wrong?

...More than usual, I mean.

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[cactusy]

I don't know.

[Another pause.]

Tired, I guess.

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[hippie_ninja]

...I'm teaching your wife parkour.

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[cactusy]

[Shaw exhales, letting out a weak chuckle.]

You said. She fall flat on her face yet?

[Shaw knows she won't; Root is one of the most graceful people she knows.]

[tinstar]

Wardening business is not personal crap - one, and you're basically doin' that anyway, except you chew your liver and stew in that time instead of takin' the next step in solving the problem.

A room of his choosing, doin' what he wants, and experience sittin' outside his door so everyone gets a little breathin' room. He can't slip out a window, can't call a cab and skiptown - it's called utilizin' the willing resources around you.

[This was literally part of his job description.]

There's a reason that the Marshals Service is a successful agency, Shaw. [Teamwork. Support. Like they'd done with the monsters. Like they'd touched on and gotten into in conversations.]

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[hippie_ninja]

She's smart about the risks she takes. Which, considering she's been a getaway driver who steered a car with her foot sounds like a ridiculous take, probably.

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[cactusy]

She never told me about that.

[What the fuck, Root]

Pretty badass.

[cactusy]

I have a team at home; I know how working with other people works.

The difference is that here, nobody is on the same page.

[tinstar]

So let's get on the same page.

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[hippie_ninja]

She's one of my favorite people I've met here.

[They've never had a serious conversation and never will. They've just met, learned new things, done stupid tricks. It reminds him of home.]

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[cactusy]

I'm glad she's got somebody she likes doing things with.

[Things that aren't blowing up common rooms!]

She's, uh-- she's less social than she looks.

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[hippie_ninja]

How'd you meet?

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[cactusy]

On the... job, in a manner of speaking.

We were enemies for a while.

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[hippie_ninja]

What changed?

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[cactusy]

Time, circumstances, priorities. Took a while, though. A few years.

[cactusy]

It's not a "snap your fingers and it's done" kind of thing, Givens.

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[hippie_ninja]

Every friendship I have back home started with them pointing a gun at my head. Makes it harder to make friends here, actually.

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[cactusy]

[Neal Caffrey really doesn't like you thrums in her head, in time with the beat of her pulse.]

Being liked on a personal level isn't a priority for me.

[It's always been true. It's still mostly true now, but regardless, that one sentence sticks in her like splinter. An outlier. Neal Caffrey really doesn't like you.]

I just need to be able to work with people so that I can do my job effectively.