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[insufferablysmug]

 "You've reached Monet St. Croix. I'm not picking up the phone because I have something better to do. 

Leave your name and number if you want."

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[yelloweyesdarksomething]

[ Ring ring!! ]

[insufferablysmug]

[ on the absolute last ring ]

Monet St. Croix, X-Factor Investigations.

[ wow it's like she's a professional or something ]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Um, I really hope that's the name of the pizza place.

[insufferablysmug]

... The pizza place.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

I wanted Hawaiian.

[insufferablysmug]

We don't deliver.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Oh, um, should I come pick it up, then?

[insufferablysmug]

When I answered this call, what did I say?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Some... gibberish?

[insufferablysmug]

X-Factor Investigations. If it weren't such a complete and utter waste of our time, we could find your missing pizza shop, but we don't do pizza.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! [ Beat. ] Could you really? I keep calling the wrong number...

[insufferablysmug]

At least you apologized.

[ beeat. ] Do you have money?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Um, maybe.

[insufferablysmug]

Maybe?

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

How much d'you want?

[insufferablysmug]

[ siiigh, and then she rattles off a phone number ]

They have Hawaiian. That will be fifty cents, please.

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Yay, thank you, miss! You're the best! Um, how do I get you the fifty cents?

[ Also, he's going to get the number wrong, and end up calling Scarecrow... ]

[insufferablysmug]

Just drop it by the X-Factor Investigations Agency sometime.

[ Well, at least she didn't put any effort into it. Just read the nearest fast food menu tacked to the wall. ]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Where's that?

[insufferablysmug]

[ An address FRANKLY SHE EXPECTS HIM TO FORGET IT ]

[yelloweyesdarksomething]

Thank you!

[ Except he actually writes it down UNLIKE THE NUMBER... ]

[insufferablysmug]

Yes, very good.

[ HANGS UP ]

voicemail; backdated to the 23rd

[waiting]

[ He sounds more formal than he usually does, if only because it's a business call. ]

Miss St. Croix, this is Rick Bradbury. We haven't met up in person, but I'm the new head of security for City Hall. [ He pauses. ] I got a chance to talk to Miss Boylen earlier this week about improving security around City Hall, and part of that is hiring imPorts for the security team, since it's mostly made up of native Cityzens right now. They're not bad, but... [ He trails off, letting the silence speak for itself. ]

I was thinking of letting people on the network know that we're looking to hire, but there isn't any real way of running a background check on anyone here. I was hoping I could count on X-Factor to help us out with that.

You can reach me at this number, if you want to talk about it before committing. Thanks.

calling back!

[insufferablysmug]

Mr. Bradbury, as X-Factor is affiliated with City Hall already, we are more than qualified and willing to run background checks for you.

If you want assistance with interviews as well, I can provide that. [ telepathy, baby. ]

[waiting]

[ That might be an audible huff of relief. ] Glad to hear it.

Honestly, I wouldn't mind the help interviewing any prospects. [ Not that he knows about the telepathy, but... ] If you can spare the time, it'd be a big help.

[insufferablysmug]

Of course.

[ It's on her files if/when he looks at them - pardon her, she just expects everyone to know she's amazing. ] I'll let you know what times are convenient for me.

[waiting]

[ He'll probably see it later -- and wonder, not for the first time, exactly how many freakin' telepaths there can be in one building. ]

All right. Wouldn't wanna cut into X-Factor's regular consulting hours.

[insufferablysmug]

[ All of them, Bradbury. All of them. ]

Precisely.

[ oh, right. ] We appreciate your business.