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 Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 4:38 pm
"I'm a dissident, not a journalist," said Franz, though he looked up at her and -- for one horrifying moment -- he actually smouldered back, one eyebrow quirked up high into his hairline. "You would not believe how difficult it is to get info on Academie de la Crystal, my friend, it's not as though they put this stuff up on their website. Journalism is my megaphone, but my medium is conspiracy."
For some reason, he was reading the pamphlet upside-down now, as though searching in it for clues like some kind of Dan Brown hero. "Bureaucracy machine," he said. "Let's look at the facts. Suspicious governmental funding; toothless, white-collar drudgery; trophy wifery..."
He stole a handful of chips, and ate them thoughtfully. "And yet," he said, "Meadowview has to hold a crappy bake sale when they want to buy gym equipment. Fitzpatrick. Let's blow this open."
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 6:49 pm
"Forgive me on that one then, St. Germaine," Janice replied cooly, gesturing loosely towards the still-open drawer behind her, which appeared to still have a sizable amount of Crystal Academy documents that had yet to be explored. "I suppose that as someone who's suffocating under the weight of the information you've been looking for, I have a bit of trouble imagining that it might be hard for others to come by. You can understand that, I hope."
She moved a piece for the red side and then loosely crossed her arms, grinning, drumming her thin, pointy fingers against a bicep as she listened to Franz string together the main ideas of their conversation. "Why sir, now you're just trying to appeal to my pathos," she said, in response to the bake sale comment. "I do admit, though, our bake sales aren't exactly what you would call impressive-- but that's veering off the topic, are you insinuating you want my help with this?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 05, 2009 11:31 pm
There was only one thing to say to that.
"Come on, comrade," Franz said, eyes sparkling. They really did sparkle: like a manic set of Christmas lights, a kind of mad red glint in them. He put the pamphlets in a casual pile next to him and patted them, as though they were good animals. "Are you in, or aren't you?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2009 12:36 pm
"How could I possibly say no?"
The response was instantaneous, resolute and doubtless, as if she had spent the whole meeting planning to answer that very question. Janice plucked her notebook up off her desk, and while she scribbled something into it she added, "I should feel privileged to be given such an opportunity," cleanly ripping out the page, quickly creasing it into a disturbingly perfect square and tossing it onto the pamphlet pile. Upon unfolding it later Franz would find it was the page that contained their tic tac toe game; a few lines underneath it she had written a cell phone number.
Call me anytime.
[FIN]
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