( picture prompt meme )

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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]

[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?