[for devi]
Jan. 3rd, 2019 10:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
onthebrinkHe shouldn't have told Ivy to fuck off.
Well, he hadn't told Ivy to fuck off, when Topher imagines that phrase being uttered with any conviction it definitely definitely comes out of a mouth that isn't his. But he'd strongly implied that her help wasn't needed for this project, and now three hours the equivalent of under the hood of his main interface, he needs...
A snack.
Also, someone to hand him a wrench (metaphorical).
Topher stretches and contemplates the main floor from the panopticon that is the upper level of the L.A. Dollhouse. Hmm.
Devi.
"You are, actually, a genius," he remarks to himself, and pulls the 'print up to examine. Devi's one of his favorites. Badass, smart -- really smart, that's what he needs right now -- artistic, which could help. She'll enjoy this project. Maybe more than he will. And he can grab Lima off the floor. Maybe even before that asshole gets in who always wants her for the most inane imprints.
They keep the rent paid, but they're not art.
He's starting to think he needs to touch up the print, or switch it up, maybe, though, because there's something about Lima that seems to carry Devi off with a certain...je nais sais quoi that never really works with Sierra or Echo. But it doesn't really bother him today.
After a little bit of fiddling to get Devi up to speed on Dollhouse behind-the-scenes, he fumbles his way through convincing Lima's handler he has authorization for an extra pair of hands. It doesn't take too much, really. If Topher has a superpower -- and he likes to think he has many -- it's convincing idiots that he's annoying enough to not want to deal with.
She opens her eyes, looking around, and Topher grins. "Dev! My dude! My dude-ette," he clarifies. "Long time no see. I've got something for you."
Well, he hadn't told Ivy to fuck off, when Topher imagines that phrase being uttered with any conviction it definitely definitely comes out of a mouth that isn't his. But he'd strongly implied that her help wasn't needed for this project, and now three hours the equivalent of under the hood of his main interface, he needs...
A snack.
Also, someone to hand him a wrench (metaphorical).
Topher stretches and contemplates the main floor from the panopticon that is the upper level of the L.A. Dollhouse. Hmm.
Devi.
"You are, actually, a genius," he remarks to himself, and pulls the 'print up to examine. Devi's one of his favorites. Badass, smart -- really smart, that's what he needs right now -- artistic, which could help. She'll enjoy this project. Maybe more than he will. And he can grab Lima off the floor. Maybe even before that asshole gets in who always wants her for the most inane imprints.
They keep the rent paid, but they're not art.
He's starting to think he needs to touch up the print, or switch it up, maybe, though, because there's something about Lima that seems to carry Devi off with a certain...je nais sais quoi that never really works with Sierra or Echo. But it doesn't really bother him today.
After a little bit of fiddling to get Devi up to speed on Dollhouse behind-the-scenes, he fumbles his way through convincing Lima's handler he has authorization for an extra pair of hands. It doesn't take too much, really. If Topher has a superpower -- and he likes to think he has many -- it's convincing idiots that he's annoying enough to not want to deal with.
She opens her eyes, looking around, and Topher grins. "Dev! My dude! My dude-ette," he clarifies. "Long time no see. I've got something for you."
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Date: 2019-01-06 01:37 am (UTC)Devi blinked into life, smiling as she looked around and sat up.
"Topher!" His was always a welcome and kind face. Finding someone to just chill and nerd out with wasn't a common occurrence and Topher had proven to be just her kinda guy.
"It has been a hot minute; means you better have something super for me to play with - What'cha got?" she asked, hopping off the chair to amble towards him, hands swinging together and apart in an excited manner as she did.