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WHO: Herr Klaus Starr and Doctor Frederick Chilton
WHERE: Maurtia Falls Psychiatric Hospital for Abnormal Conditions
WHEN: January 6th, afternoon.
WHAT: Job opportunities.
WARNINGS: Herr Starr is in this log. That's your warning.

[ After Starr's conversation with Hux, he figured that simply compiling his 'successes' from the pet wedding wouldn't be enough. He needed something better. Something professional to better his chances. Chilton was a doctor. Chilton would be able to write something up to fluff up Starr's resume. Moreover, Chilton could be threatened into doing what he wanted if the man opted to not comply. It was the better option than going to his Ambassador.

But considering what transpired between them a month ago, perhaps Chilton would be a bit more willing to aid Starr than not. Who knew. The psychiatrist was a bit unpredictable. Would he be more of a dick or less of a dick -- that was the question.

So Herr Starr went through the proper channels to request a meeting with the doctor. And he arrived at the office, pristine in a new white suit with a briefcase in hand. ]

Doctor.

[ A short and curt greeting. Starr would at least start civilized. ]

Comments

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton stiffened his spine as Starr entered; shoulders back, chin up. It was a forced air of authority, the sort of play a man without an ace might pull.]

I'll admit, Herr Starr, when Reggie informed me of your interest in a meeting, well... I was surprised.

[He tilted his head, to acknowledge the aforementioned point:] You and I hadn't left on the best of terms.

[Chilton folded his hands, looking Starr up and down, as if he could divine some secret hint hidden up to this point.]

Please, take a seat.

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It is not my intention to remain too long so I will remain standing.

[ He approached the desk, his mouth down turned as he glanced around the office. Whether that was a look of disapproval or Starr's resting face was indeterminable. But regardless, he placed his briefcase on the desk and opened it up to pull out a few papers.

And beneath those papers, visible in the briefcase for a couple seconds, were a few obviously nude photographs. They looked like imPorts. One kind of looked like Chilton.

Starr closed them in the briefcase and slid the paperwork in Chilton's direction. ]

I am applying for a job and am in need of a professional write up. You are a professional. I believe this will make us even after you squirted your stimulant into me with your probing fingers.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Uh. [Chilton glanced again at that now-closed briefcase, already questioning what he thought he had seen from the barest corner before it had been shut. Surely not, no. Trick of the light. Nothing more.]

Excuse me. The whole sedating you business was in direct response to you kidnapping me and, what I have come to believe, your subsequent attempt at subjecting me to an elaborate sex scandal. I did that to make us even.

[And because he wanted to dominate Starr, at least medically.]

What kind of job solicits you, anyway?

[Chilton grabbed for the papers, so he could read them over in detail himself.]

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[ He lifted his chin, his mouth setting in a thin line. Starr wasn't proud of what his job hunt had come down to. But a paper pusher was remarkably better than dealing with dogs and dog shit all day. ]

A fellow imPort has some office work he needs done part time. Scheduling, paperwork, running errands. Possibly murder sometimes.

[ That last part added simply to make the job details sound better in his opinion. Although he probably should have thought better of it when talking to a criminal psychiatrist. ]

I did aid you, if you recall. When you were out of your mind. I attempted to find a cure to your poisoning. And although it was not poison, is it not the thought that counts?

[slightlyoffchilt]

And I paid for your shoes. Which are nice, by the way, is that the pair?

[He kept a squat pose, but lifted himself a few inches from his chair so that he might peer over the edge of his desk and witness Starr's nice shoes again.]

Not only did your medications not work for my alleged poisoning -- because it hadn't been poison -- but I paid you for your time and services regardless.

[As he sat back down, he ran a few fingers through his hair. Chilton was rather fond of touching his own hair in Starr's company.]

And the fact that I choose not to investigate your possibly murder sometimes comment should exhibit my already glowing magnanimity. Moreover -- why do you want this job? It sounds like an internship. And you are, what, pushing fifty?

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[ Well, if not for the shoes compliment, Starr might have started in with the murder threats immediately. But as it stood, yes. His shoes were quite nice and he appreciated that Chilton appreciated them. More people should. ]

Compared to my current job where I get to spend the day with frantic pet owners and their salivating and odorous pet companions -- I wonder why I would ever wish to leave such a dream job.

[ His gaze leveled on Chilton, harsh and unblinking. ]

You writing these papers is not a requirement by any stretch. It increases my chances, but only marginally so. And yet, I chose to come to you. I chose you as my professional of choice before I took this paperwork to my Ambassador for his recommendation instead.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Your Ambassador. Would that be Sam Merlotte? Because, how funny, he and I just so recently had something of a discussion. Involving you.

[Uh oh. Chilton narrowed his hazel gaze, equally unblinking.]

You and Sam have interesting hobbies, don't you?

[He wasn't precise in what he meant, he thought the implication would be more damning. And while his specific thoughts lingered on that vague conversation that Sam had alluded to, which in of itself might have been falsified, Chilton thought his own linguistic ambiguity would open doorways.]

This internship is beneath you. A stepping stone at best.

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[ Was that meant to perturb Starr? He cocked his head curiously at Chilton, raising a brow. He was practically immune to the irritation that came from someone talking about him behind his back, and he had no true compassion to understand why it may have bothered Chilton that he spoke to Sam. Either Starr had no real ego or his ego was entire impenetrable. ]

You mentioned you had held him in your hospital. I wished to confirm and compare our experiences. But that is not something I would consider a 'hobby.'

[ Casually spoken. He glanced down at the paperwork. ]

I know it is beneath me. Everything in this piss soaked universe is beneath me and a waste of my time. Yet if you poke the porter, your chances of leaving are dramatically decreased. Until the time I can return to my world, I am forced to live in mediocrity and take on part time work so that I may fill my closet with fine suits and expensive pornography. Unless you know a way to expedite that process to return home, there seems to be little else within my power.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Demeaning for a man of your prior history. Turning yourself into little more than a coffee boy.

[He didn't comment upon the "expensive pornography" admission; by now Chilton had been inoculated to Starr's more outrageous rhetoric. The man was either looking for a rise out of Chilton, or he was much too honest for his own good. Either way, Chilton wasn't wasting time on tangential commentary.]

You might as well work here. God knows you've already got the layout down.

[Because Starr was kept here. Against his will. For seventy-two hours. Much like Sam Merlotte had been, at one point, so the shared experience did make sense, coming up in conversation between the two of them like that.]

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[ A slow eyebrow raise after Chilton's words. Was that a sarcastic remark? Was that a genuine offer? ]

What? As your coffee boy? I thought the wizard was the one who sat under your desk and tended to your needs.

[ He gave a glance down at the desk's surface -- as though he could see beneath it or perhaps as though expecting said wizard to pop up from beneath it. Chilton did seem like the sort who enjoyed a good cock sucking in his office on a daily basis. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Rincewind tends to the needs of the patients. [Ambiguous wording.] As an in-house pharmacist. He administers medication.

[A significant look followed. Chilton was not going to besmirch, nor allow smearing, of his loyalist's name.]

And while your function here wouldn't be what you do back in your own world -- guzzling the Holy Prepuce, surely -- I imagine you'd do fine with security. You certainly had a hell of a time beating around McCoy's men.

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I am fully aware of how you administer "medication."

[ Starr shifted and clenched. The memories were still burned into his mind of his stay in this place. One could almost pity the other patients if they were being treated in this manner on a daily basis. If there even were others who endured a prolonged stay. ]

Why are you offering this job to me?

[ There was suspicion on his face. If he agreed, would Chilton say 'just kidding' and then wind up locking him away? Was there something more to it like a dangerous threat on the loose? Or was it...ugh...pity? ]

I am not declining, but since I did not torture you into it, I do find your offer a bit suspect.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Because you have to torture someone in order for events to work in your favor?

[He asked, sarcastically, the caustic click of his tongue against the back of his teeth intentionally irritating. It gave him the tiniest of pleasure, irritating Starr in such a manner.]

Why is that? Because you find it sexually satisfying?

[A tease, a taunt. But nothing to linger on:]

Some of my security has quit since your last venture here. I am, in fact, looking to hire.

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[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton sat in his office, hands folded and mouth frowning. McCoy had been absent the prior day, and was late today -- simply unheard of, truly inexcusable. So he had summoned Starr, McCoy's second-in-command, to his office.

Changes would have to be made.

The black clock on his furthest wall ticked to ten o'clock.]

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[ Starr appeared in a timely fashion, knocking on the door to announce his presence before stepping into the office. ]

You called for me, Doctor? Shall I assume a kneeling position?

[ The question posed as he closed the door behind him before turning to face Chilton and await his order. Of course Starr knew why he was here, what this meeting was about. But he could play dumb when necessary. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton pursed his lips and tilted his head. He knew why Starr said such things -- to implicate Chilton, to humiliate him. Why else say such a thing while the door was open, and his words were still audible?

It was best not to react, Chilton had learned. Starr might not visibly indicate as much, but he really got off on a reaction.]

Take a seat. Has McCoy spoken to you? He seems to be incredibly absent.

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I have not heard from him, no.

[ Herr Starr moved over with a militaristic stride and settled down into the seat, posture perfect. ]

I thought he had these days off. It does not seem like him to miss a day of work. Perhaps he ran into some trouble with that whole plant ordeal a week ago? Some head of security, if that is the case. Cannot even withstand vines.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh, it isn't that difficult to deal with a few vines. [Chilton might even call it erotic.] I sincerely doubt that gave him much of a bother. But the funny thing is, his first emergency contact also doesn't know where he is. You'd think a husband would have a man like McCoy under strict surveillance. Consider that he -- you know. [A glance up and down at the straightly sitting Starr.]

He's a bit of a flirt.

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I do not know that.

[ Said Starr, almost bitterly. Why would Chilton assume he knew that! McCoy certainly wasn't flirting with him. Starr could have at least gotten to touch his dick! Given him a Happy Ending. ]

I am surprised he allowed McCoy to work for you in that case. And perhaps he wised up to that decision and forced him to quit. You were probably an object of desire and the cause of many arguments. Jealous lovers are often irrational and irritating in that way.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh? You've had experience with jealous lovers?

[He asked, skeptical.]

And no, obviously I am already in a relationship -- and was! When I hired him! Option off the table. No, no, McCoy is outright missing. And considering that he is not an imPort, we can rule out exportation. The leaves far more dire possibilities.

[A long sigh, and Chilton looked Starr directly in the (single) eye.]

I want you to head the search. Your success hinges on finding him, Starr.

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[ Boredly: ]

Not personal experience, no. But they have often interfered or attached themselves to targets of mine. There has never been a scenario where they were not gratingly irritating.

[ He drew in a breath, a breath that was almost annoyed at what Chilton was requesting him to do. Even if Starr hadn't been responsible for this death, he would still be annoyed by the inconvenience. ]

You intend for me to be a single man search party? This was never part of the job description. I act as security for you and this hospital. Not your personal hunting dog to search and retrieve in hopes of getting a bone.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Chilton bit back the obvious boner retort, deciding that such a dark predicament did not invite such sexual imitation. A great loss, indeed.]

In the job description, you do as I say. You heel when I order it so, you come when I call your name. You are, in every sense of the word, my guard dog.

[He leaned forward, the flats of his palms on his desk.]

And now I want you to fetch.

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If you are correct in your assumption and something insidious did befall him, it is unlikely there will be anything left to find. You are sending me on a fruitless mission and leaving yourself vulnerable in the process. But if that is your wish, then I suppose I have nothing left to do but obey.

[ The word obey was punctuated with acid. Yeah, sure. Hunting for an already dead and dissolved man beat marrying pets, but it was still an inconvenience. Rising to his feet, he smoothed out his uniform. ]

Do you know where he was last seen? Or am I to start entirely blind?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Start with one eye opened. [He said, with a smirk.] He was last seen on Wednesday, leaving work. Managed to get into his car -- the vehicle is missing, too, by the way. The husband filed a report on that along with a Missing Persons.

[Chilton leaned back in his chair, his half-lidded gaze examining his employee. Luxuriating upon his throne, that's what he was doing.]

Small window, Starr. You'll be able to work with it.

His husband's hoping for an open casket funeral, so try to find him before he's too decomposed.

[A little black humor; Chilton didn't actually think the man was dead. Hurt, certainly, and quite obviously kidnapped. But a big guy like McCoy? Six-foot-four and thick with muscle? That'd be a feat to hunt.]

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If the husband has gone to the authorities, then why not leave the authorities to do their job? They have about as much information, if not more, at their disposal. Either you do not trust them, or you suspect I have something to do with it.

[ Starr weighed his options. And you know what? Fuck it. Why hide what he did? It would save the inconvenience of a wild goose chase. And it's not like Chilton had McCoy here to secure Starr and throw him back in the Containment Center. ]

Which, fine. I know exactly where he is. He is currently dissolving in an acid bath at the abandoned hotel in the city. I gave you the option to promote me two weeks ago. You refused, and so this is what it has come down to. In essence, you are the one to blame.