Meet the new boss

[cutting_edgex23]

X, Security badge pinned to her belt, is settled comfortably at a corner table, contentedly munching her way through a sandwich.

She may be on her second root beer float.

And, of course, she is keeping an ear -- and a nose -- out for anyone who might be approaching her.

It is only polite.

Comments

[cutting_edgex23]

"It is better to use a door that exists."

Well. Better. Easier. They're the same thing, really.

(They really aren't.)

"People need to report for their shifts. It is a spell. On the badge."

[maid_of_tarth]

Brienne nods. "So the spell prevents truancy, and calls officers back here, wherever they are?"

[cutting_edgex23]

"No."

X's response is prompt.

"People are responsible for remembering their own duties. This just makes it easier. Not to get stuck."

Unless it doesn't!

[harryhotspur]

"I am ever here," Harry notes, just in case that helps his case. He won't get stuck anywhere!

[cutting_edgex23]

"I know," X says.

Because she does.

(Milliways dead smell different than other people. For one.)

[harryhotspur]

Oh, right, he already said that (didn't he?). So he nods. "Very well, then."

[cutting_edgex23]

"There are more questions?"

Sometimes it is most sensible to check.

[maid_of_tarth]

"None that I can think of," says Brienne, glancing at Harry. "I suppose you'll find us when you're prepared to test us, then. And--I will find you both when I'm prepared to rescue Sansa. I think I know where she is, but I must narrow the location."

[cutting_edgex23]

"I will be here," X says.

It is like a promise.