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maskormenacelogs2016-09-12 06:55 pm
unclassifiable) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-09-12 06:55 pm
I can't find enough pots and pans
WHO: Simon Illyan, Frederick Chilton, Jorah Mormont
WHERE: Chilton's office
WHEN: idk we'll figure it out.
WHAT: the second installment of Simon Illyan, maker of good choices and superspy extraordinaire. Feeling around Baelish's power base, Simon decides to hypnotize Chilton, a decision which could never go badly.
WARNINGS: hypnosis, probably violence
[So far, Simon had not had much luck on turning up anything on Baelish besides Rincewind's vague but ominous pronouncement that he was dangerous. Having found almost no dirt on him at all, Simon was beginning to agree. No-one in politics kept that clean without some fairly high-level maintenance; Simon was that maintenance, back on Barrayar, even if he couldn't quite disappear problem people the way he could back in Emperor Ezar's heyday.
But the connection between Chilton and Baelish had been fairly easy to turn up and fairly conspicuous, all the more so because Baelish was funneling money to him indirectly. Sound strategy dictated that since the head-on approach hadn't worked, it was time to come at Baelish from the side, through his allies. Jorah still proved elusive. Chilton was the next best candidate.
Simon could have simply broken into the office and taken Chilton unawares, but if he had any kind of immunity to his hypnosis, things would have gotten irrecoverably awkward, and Simon had been taught better than that. Instead, he goes at it above-board: Catches Chilton outside of his office, begs to be seen immediately, citing a respectful number of psychiatric red flags. He looks like a man who hasn't slept in three months because of nightmares. Possibly because it would not have been far off the truth a month ago, when he'd still been in the thick of the Komarr rebellion, though far more dramatic than Simon had ever been in his life.]
Tha—... Thank you again, Doctor. [He murmurs as they head back to Chilton's office. Simon's stiff bearing is 100% repressed traumatized war vet whose only notion of psychiatric care is a swift boot to the head. Another easy sell. It was a very common sight on Barrayar.]
WHERE: Chilton's office
WHEN: idk we'll figure it out.
WHAT: the second installment of Simon Illyan, maker of good choices and superspy extraordinaire. Feeling around Baelish's power base, Simon decides to hypnotize Chilton, a decision which could never go badly.
WARNINGS: hypnosis, probably violence
[So far, Simon had not had much luck on turning up anything on Baelish besides Rincewind's vague but ominous pronouncement that he was dangerous. Having found almost no dirt on him at all, Simon was beginning to agree. No-one in politics kept that clean without some fairly high-level maintenance; Simon was that maintenance, back on Barrayar, even if he couldn't quite disappear problem people the way he could back in Emperor Ezar's heyday.
But the connection between Chilton and Baelish had been fairly easy to turn up and fairly conspicuous, all the more so because Baelish was funneling money to him indirectly. Sound strategy dictated that since the head-on approach hadn't worked, it was time to come at Baelish from the side, through his allies. Jorah still proved elusive. Chilton was the next best candidate.
Simon could have simply broken into the office and taken Chilton unawares, but if he had any kind of immunity to his hypnosis, things would have gotten irrecoverably awkward, and Simon had been taught better than that. Instead, he goes at it above-board: Catches Chilton outside of his office, begs to be seen immediately, citing a respectful number of psychiatric red flags. He looks like a man who hasn't slept in three months because of nightmares. Possibly because it would not have been far off the truth a month ago, when he'd still been in the thick of the Komarr rebellion, though far more dramatic than Simon had ever been in his life.]
Tha—... Thank you again, Doctor. [He murmurs as they head back to Chilton's office. Simon's stiff bearing is 100% repressed traumatized war vet whose only notion of psychiatric care is a swift boot to the head. Another easy sell. It was a very common sight on Barrayar.]
no subject
[Chilton swirled his finger in Jorah's situational direction, his index intending focus upon the gory smears of blood on his office floor.
I'm going to need someone to clean that up. Ambassador, I don't suppose you know someone?
[Someone discreet, someone quick and thorough. Probably someone with illicit history, he was thinking.]
Because I would rather attend to our so-called Arthur with Haen as soon as possible, and I'd much prefer our fun little episode here to be kept as quiet as possible. Better to speed along things.
[Mormont's appearance was another issue altogether; what had stuck Chilton was how Baelish had offered Jorah (or Haen) to serve Chilton as a "nullifying agent". Well, now he knew why Jorah resisted his offer for sedatives -- at least, he knew concretely one reason why, given that it wouldn't have worked at all. Clever of Baelish to befriend the sort of imPorts with the power to turn off power.
Clever and dangerous.]
no subject
I know someone.
[ He thought he knew someone at least. Someone who could make a body simply disappear has to also be adept at spiriting away the evidence of an attack. Petyr would give March a call shortly. ]
Transporting him to your basement should not be difficult to do unseen. And Jorah and I can utilize the alleyway exit for a swift departure. So while I make the calls and you three move Arthur, can I view the surveillance footage?
[ Baelish would not let that little piece of evidence go unforgotten. He had to see it before he left. ]
no subject
[ Haen wouldn't be all that helpful at lugging the unconscious man, not with her slight stature. But a quick kiss on anyone who happened to be loitering along the way would send them expediently away, thanks to her inherited power of suggestibility.
Then, to Petyr directly: ]
And don't forget to take a look at the outside footage, dear. Arthur may have brought along friends, or at least someone expecting him to be back before dinner.
no subject
He’ll be back for his dagger before they escape.
His dagger and his library books. ]