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the picture prompt meme I — Comment with your character. II — Others will leave a picture (or two, or three...) III — Reply to them with a setting based on the picture. IV — Link to any pictures that are NSFW, please. V — Be aware that this meme will be image-heavy. Link to an image: <a href=IMAGEURL>TEXT</a> Embed image in your reply: <img src=IMAGEURL> Image width and height: <img src=IMAGEURL width=500> OR <img src=IMAGEURL height=INSERT>

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[talkative]

No, no, no.

[He shakes his head and after a moment realizes that... ah. What to say.]

No, we have to get rid of the body, no police here. We don't want that kind of trouble here, it's bad for the business, you see, we don't want police getting in the way of guests, this place is so very off limits, we can't let this become an incident, we'd absolutely be on the losing end- [he's 100% talking to himself now] it's better if nobody learns...

You don't happen to know how to make a body vanish? We really can't use the issues this kind of insult is trying to create so if we can act like it never happened...

[The problem with asking anyone in his pack is that that'd go across clan lines, and that's the exact issue at hand, if he's not completely mistaken. One of the big clans trying shitstir, to finally get rid of his own, at least in this city. There have been signs all over.]

[noend]

[ His brows are arched throughout Jackie's explanation and self-reasoning. Any direct and prolonged eye contact he's making now isn't forced; he really is absorbing the information, he just... has no idea what to do with it. ]

No. Should I? That doesn't sound right. It sounds like a crime. Do you know who killed her? You should definitely call the police... This isn't right. Not one bit.

[ It's his turn for incessant mumbling, shaking his head slowly. ]

[talkative]

No, no, I don't know. How would I know? It could be anyone - well, almost anyone, and the police wouldn't find them anyway.

And if they did... well, it wouldn't help anyone, least of all them which is really the smallest problem here, someone is trying to start a war! [He starts pacing and then abruptly heads out of the door.]

Stay here, don't move, I'll be back in a moment. I need to make a call.

[noend]

It sounds like you know who killed this person. Or that you have a suspicion. This isn't right.

[ Or so he'll keep saying, without any vocal panic. Finch sounds like he might as well be trying to figure out an optical illusion, to make reason of it. ]

Why are you leaving me here? You said you wouldn't call the police. So who are you calling?

[ There's little to no chance that he ever answers 'yes' to these things, not unless every possible explanation has been exhausted to death. Unless Jackie goes ahead and takes off, he'll be stuck here for a while. ]

[talkative]

No, no, no, see- stay here.

It'll just be a moment.

[He gestures wildly and slowly backs away towards the door, and then turns and quickly walks down the corridor.

True to his word, he'll be back quite soon, but it still takes him a few minutes.]

Sorry [and he walks back in] I needed to call someone who's better equipped to deal with this, you know, this is so not my kind of ballpark...

[noend]

[ In being left alone, Finch has more time to think -- rather, to speed through his thoughts, repeating, back-tacking, and finally deciding that whatever else happens to this body, it won't be good. Not that Finch has any noble belief that it is his duty to store her energy, but if that's a part of her that he can save...

Shortly after, it's done. He doesn't have to come that close to the corpse, let alone touch it. Aside from Jackie being his only company, nothing indicates that Finch was ever in this room.

Soon as Jackie returns, so does Finch's babbling. ]

Who is better equipped. What's going to happen. Are you going to kill me too.

[talkative]

[Jackie looks a lot less fussed when he returns. Chucking the responsibility at someone else always helps wonders with stress.]

A lot of people, really. I'm pretty young and not particularly good at all this politics shit, you know? Not the most well informed, either.

And this is going to be so much politics, man... Can't tell you what's going to happen if you don't want me to kill you. [He grins.] I mean, not that I know. Someone will come down in a bit to take care of the body.

Meanwhile. You know how to work a dishwasher and a food lift?

[noend]

[ The look of concern increasing as Jackie continues, he stays silent even after the question, fingers tensing up, head turning slightly. Did he hear that right? Sometimes he's so distracted that he misses seconds (minutes) of time and has to adapt to an entirely new context once he's back. ]

Not with. Dead people. I don't think.

[talkative]

That's okay, there won't be any dead people there.

I mean, nobody properly dead at least, you never know how alive anyone is at this time of the night, right? [He pats Finch on the back.] Can't promise you more than a few hours, once there's a manager again you'll have to go through them, but on the other hand a few hours are a few hours, right?

[noend]

I don't know what is happening here.

[ As in, what your business does; Finch isn't known for doing research before walking in and asking if they need someone who needs a job. Any job. ]

No need to respond if it's been too long, I'm clearing out my inbox after exams

[talkative]

Neither do I.

But I know what your task will be. If you know your way around a hotel kitchen, you'll be fine. [He gestures for Finch to follow him and starts walking down the corridor.]

no worries!

[noend]

... Okay. [ He definitely does know that; it's a matter of who he'll be sharing it with and how much patience they'll have for Finch's... Finch-isms. ]

Will the police arrest me if they find out about the murder and you tell them that I knew about it. Are you going to say that I did it.

Re: no worries!

[talkative]

"We weren't going to mention you, so that part is up to you." The police won't get informed, but that is not something he'll tell Finch. He flashes the other man a grin, relaxing increasingly as they continue on. "We'll just say that I was alone when I found her.

All right, in here." He leads Finch into a perfectly regular hotel kitchen and gestures towards piles of dirty dishes. " Start there, and I'll come back in an hour and then we can see how far you've gotten and if you need another task."

[noend]

[ Well... here he is, he supposes. Having just witnessed the aftermath of a murder, instead of calling the police, he got a job. Working in a kitchen.

... Is that how everyone else here got a job? If that woman was randomly dead and it's going to be covered up, what's going to happen to him? ]

Okay. Don't kill me, though. I'm serious. I don't want to die.

[ This counts as policy, right? ]

[talkative]

I'm not planning on killing you.

[He's not particularly hungry and Finch is way more useful as a dishwasher right now, okay. And also he has some principles. Don't hunt at work. He'd get in trouble.]

No, seriously, don't worry, you're as safe here as you ever are. ...Probably safer. I mean, no random kid on a motorbike will suddenly happen by to run you over, right?

[And with that he leaves Finch and returns a bit over an hour later. He has changed, and he looks significantly more tired.]

How's it going?