Oh, God, no. Glass houses and all that. [ Honestly, Jon dragging her out of that coffin is the only reason she's trying right now. The old her probably would've thought putting him out of his misery was a kindness. ]
It does not. [ She says, shaking her head. Martin will be sorely disappointed that his nap time didn't work out. ]
Wow. [ She tries to bite back the amusement in her tone. It's not... well, it is funny, but the look on Jon's face isn't. He's clearly bothered by the fact that he's behind on emails and has no control over his staff. Which, compared to the off hand way he mentioned another brush with death, is mildly concerning.]
What a dick. [ It's more than clear that this is one the deepest insults she can think of, at least personally. Men are the worst. She stands by that, even if the one currently in front of her induces the tiniest amount of pity.] And good. Fuck it. [ So the cogs of evil turn a little slower in the basement. It's not the worst thing. ] About time you took a page out of the old lady's book.
[ She sighs.] Now, if you're done with your pity party, I say we fuck off early and go get a drink.
According to studies done on firefighters lying down with your eyes closed still helps. [ Don’t ask how he knows that or why because he couldn’t possibly say. He might have read it in an internet deep dive or the eye might have “helpfully” supplied the information. At this point he’s never entirely sure which of those options is the culprit.
And yes Daisy, he is definitely more bothered by his staff and Elias trying to act like this is a normal working environment than almost dying again. Almost dying is just a regular Tuesday these days. ] It would be nice to be given some grace for things going a little awry when I’m being almost killed on the regular but no, apparently that’s not- [ He puts on his best Elias voice ] good enough for The Esteemed Magnus Institute where we just accept being maimed and then do all our reports on time anyway.
I don’t think I’m going to entirely do a Gertrude. But this once, sure. Fuck the paperwork, I have drinking to do. [ Maybe when you’ve neither eaten or slept a smart man would say no to the amount of whisky he and Daisy are inevitably going to consume, but Jon is not a smart man, not in this particular way anyway. So he gets off the floor - every single joint in his body cracks on the way up - and grabs his coat from the back of his chair. ] I should probably apologise to Martin. [ For dumping a pile of his incomplete paperwork on him and leaving. But that’s what texting is for. He double checks that his phone is actually in his coat pocket and he’s not about to leave it at work (again.) ] I’ll text him.
Why not? [ She asks when he mentions his predecessor. ] It's not as if you actually running this department means anything but them getting what they want out of it. Wouldn't it be better if you were incompetent at your job? [ Or is Jonathan Sims so prideful that he can't even pretend to be incompetent?]
That's the spirit.[ She crowds him out the door before he can change his mind. ] Don't worry about Martin. He'll just be happy you're getting off the floor and out of your cave.
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Date: 2025-08-10 04:18 pm (UTC)It does not. [ She says, shaking her head. Martin will be sorely disappointed that his nap time didn't work out. ]
Wow. [ She tries to bite back the amusement in her tone. It's not... well, it is funny, but the look on Jon's face isn't. He's clearly bothered by the fact that he's behind on emails and has no control over his staff. Which, compared to the off hand way he mentioned another brush with death, is mildly concerning.]
What a dick. [ It's more than clear that this is one the deepest insults she can think of, at least personally. Men are the worst. She stands by that, even if the one currently in front of her induces the tiniest amount of pity.] And good. Fuck it. [ So the cogs of evil turn a little slower in the basement. It's not the worst thing. ] About time you took a page out of the old lady's book.
[ She sighs.] Now, if you're done with your pity party, I say we fuck off early and go get a drink.
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Date: 2025-08-16 07:49 pm (UTC)And yes Daisy, he is definitely more bothered by his staff and Elias trying to act like this is a normal working environment than almost dying again. Almost dying is just a regular Tuesday these days. ] It would be nice to be given some grace for things going a little awry when I’m being almost killed on the regular but no, apparently that’s not- [ He puts on his best Elias voice ] good enough for The Esteemed Magnus Institute where we just accept being maimed and then do all our reports on time anyway.
I don’t think I’m going to entirely do a Gertrude. But this once, sure. Fuck the paperwork, I have drinking to do. [ Maybe when you’ve neither eaten or slept a smart man would say no to the amount of whisky he and Daisy are inevitably going to consume, but Jon is not a smart man, not in this particular way anyway. So he gets off the floor - every single joint in his body cracks on the way up - and grabs his coat from the back of his chair. ] I should probably apologise to Martin. [ For dumping a pile of his incomplete paperwork on him and leaving. But that’s what texting is for. He double checks that his phone is actually in his coat pocket and he’s not about to leave it at work (again.) ] I’ll text him.
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Date: 2025-08-16 08:06 pm (UTC)That's the spirit.[ She crowds him out the door before he can change his mind. ] Don't worry about Martin. He'll just be happy you're getting off the floor and out of your cave.