Neal Caffrey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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thecapitol2014-08-08 09:48 am
devored) wrote in thecapitol2014-08-08 09:48 am
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Who| Neal and you!
What| snooping, intel gathering
Where| 11th floor+roof
When| today
Warnings/Notes| The appearance depicted in this log is fictitious. Any similarity to Neal's actual mental state is merely coincidental :)
[ His head is still reeling, trying to come to grips with what just an hour ago would have been impossible outside of the sci-fi genre. It definitely has no business being in reality, and especially not his reality. Did he snap? Is that what snapping feels like? No, he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He's not drugged, he's been drugged and that's not how it felt - his head is on straight. He's not insane. If he would have gone insane he would have done it months ago, after the plane, after Kate. The light is off on his tracking anklet, and no consequences came from cutting it. That means there's no GPS reception here, at least not the kind his tracker can connect to. It's too elaborate, his tracker is tamper-proof, he knows, he tried everything to tamper with it. that leaves one option -- this is real. And if it's real, it means two things: number one -- there's a way back. number two -- there are flaws for him to exploit.
He needs a plan. A real one, a good one. And for that, he needs intel. What can he know in his suite? Firstly, how secure it is. Something tells him procuring new accommodations is not going to be as easy as charming someone into letting him into their home here. If he's staying, he needs to know where the traps are. What he wouldn't give for Mozzie's bug sweepers right about now, and his extermination services. But the thought is unhelpful, he'll have to do this the old fashion way. The downside to the old fashioned - for every bug you catch there are countless you don't.
He sweeps the floor for cameras, not attempting discretion about it because he knows it's impossible to catch them all in time to avoid them all, so he smiles or winks at each one he finds.
So far so predictable. He has two obvious next places to look in -- the floors the elevator he took up here skips -- and the roof. The former requires planning and additional intel. The latter he goes up to check. ]
What| snooping, intel gathering
Where| 11th floor+roof
When| today
Warnings/Notes| The appearance depicted in this log is fictitious. Any similarity to Neal's actual mental state is merely coincidental :)
[ His head is still reeling, trying to come to grips with what just an hour ago would have been impossible outside of the sci-fi genre. It definitely has no business being in reality, and especially not his reality. Did he snap? Is that what snapping feels like? No, he dismisses the thought as quickly as it comes. He's not drugged, he's been drugged and that's not how it felt - his head is on straight. He's not insane. If he would have gone insane he would have done it months ago, after the plane, after Kate. The light is off on his tracking anklet, and no consequences came from cutting it. That means there's no GPS reception here, at least not the kind his tracker can connect to. It's too elaborate, his tracker is tamper-proof, he knows, he tried everything to tamper with it. that leaves one option -- this is real. And if it's real, it means two things: number one -- there's a way back. number two -- there are flaws for him to exploit.
He needs a plan. A real one, a good one. And for that, he needs intel. What can he know in his suite? Firstly, how secure it is. Something tells him procuring new accommodations is not going to be as easy as charming someone into letting him into their home here. If he's staying, he needs to know where the traps are. What he wouldn't give for Mozzie's bug sweepers right about now, and his extermination services. But the thought is unhelpful, he'll have to do this the old fashion way. The downside to the old fashioned - for every bug you catch there are countless you don't.
He sweeps the floor for cameras, not attempting discretion about it because he knows it's impossible to catch them all in time to avoid them all, so he smiles or winks at each one he finds.
So far so predictable. He has two obvious next places to look in -- the floors the elevator he took up here skips -- and the roof. The former requires planning and additional intel. The latter he goes up to check. ]
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When. Not if. Never if. So his voice softens a little, trying to sound a little more alluring. ]
I'm not gonna hurt you -- coming around to you now, ok?
[ Again, that promise is only true if whoever's out there won't try to hurt him. ]
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And Mariko chooses the less humiliating option.
So, before Neal can take a step towards her 'hiding' place, she stands up despite feeling extremely uncomfortable.]
No. You stay right there.
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Well, it's close enough to being true. ]
Hi, it's ok. Not gonna hurt you. I'm Neal, what's your name?
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What are you doing here?
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