Jul. 25th, 2023 11:26 am

Hostage trade for [personal profile] taediosum

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The island's largest collection of whiskey undoubtedly resides in Robert Muldoon's possession. This is a generally accepted fact. Others might have wine or tequila, but the whiskey was pretty much all Muldoon's. So when Arcade held his hat hostage, he only really had one thing of value to offer. It's no small mercy, however, that the vet turned down taking a whole bottle from his stash. A few drinks would do, and Muldoon never turned down an excuse to have a few glasses. Getting his hat back in return works out very nicely indeed.

He's still in his uniform when Arcade appears. A combination of always working late, and often being called out after hours means he long ago stopped bothering with changing after work. Like most department heads, he gets a nice (if compact) bungalow for his accommodation. Not that Muldoon spends much time in his. Beyond a few photographs, and a few books, he hasn't added any personal touches to his place. It's all very utilitarian.  

When he opens the door the first thing he does is look for the hat. Only once he spots it does he step aside and wave Arcade inside. "Come on in."
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Date: 2023-07-27 02:38 am (UTC)

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Muldoon doesn't have to look far; Arcade offers his (apparently) much beloved hat up to him as soon as the door opens. But, then, the whole hostage negotiation thing really was just for a laugh. He couldn't pull the look off even if he wanted to keep it. (And he certainly doesn't. As habitually vain as he is about his hair, there's no room for it in his wardrobe.)

"I'm sure I can trust you far enough to hold up your end of the bargain." Faintly amused (maybe he's still having a laugh), as he steps inside.

Muldoon's place is shockingly similar to his own, Arcade notes, as he crosses the threshold. And not just because it's all standard, cardboard cutout company housing. Other than a small collection of books and some take-home projects scattered around, Arcade's apartment is just as spare on the personal touches. But he doesn't spend much of his time there, either. Treating injuries and the absolutely rampant illnesses their charges pass around like wildfire tend to both be busywork enough to keep him out of the house, though. More than.
Date: 2023-07-28 01:30 am (UTC)

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Arcade watches in quiet amusement as Muldoon carefully resets the all-important lines of his hat before setting it aside as they make their way to the kitchen. He almost feels a little bad for using the hat as a bargaining chip, even if he had no intention of actually extorting anything from him. Not in any sincerity, at least.

A drink feels perfectly fair for the trip over, and for saving Muldoon's hat from some far less scrupulous abductor.

"Cheers," Arcade echoes him, entertained, before taking a careful swig from his glass. He wouldn't have minded the cheap stuff, much. Not for taste, anyway. But this is definitely not that, smoother than it is bitter and pleasantly warming.

"If that's what your hat is worth, I have to wonder what ransom you'd pay if you forgot your rifle."
Date: 2023-07-30 02:43 am (UTC)

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"Good to know where the line is." He sounds amused, but honestly, Arcade wouldn't dream of putting that theory to test. He'd sooner spend the night in a paddock with one of the island's larger and less friendly theropods than actually test Muldoon's patience in earnest. He doesn't strike Arcade as the forgiving type.

"I'll try to keep any future hostage negotiations on par."
Date: 2023-08-02 03:50 pm (UTC)

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"Trouble?" Arcade repeats, amused skepticism practically dripping off the word. It sounds so... underwhelming, though, as a concept - considering what it is they both get up to on the daily.

He shakes his head, tallying up a couple of weeks' worth of minor issues and annoyances and finding nothing of particular note. Which is good, really. Ideal. "No missing limbs and no recent emergencies, I think that's the best we can hope for, out here.

"My side of things tends to be pretty boring, though. Or at least quieter, I'm sure."
Date: 2023-08-07 12:47 am (UTC)

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"See, that's exactly what I mean, though," Arcade insists, half smiling over the rim of his glass. "We miss out on the chasing and the protecting and get to drag our feet through the clean-up, afterward."

Which can still be fairly exciting, when things to horribly wrong - but not a kind of exciting Arcade would ever recommend. It's an unpleasant experience, no matter how often he's gone through the motions. And, technically, even then he's on the sidelines, an auxiliary resource, despite his talents, given his lack of the proper certifications. Unless it's an enormous genetically engineered reptile, he's just in the way.

"Treating a bunch of dinosaurs for whatever fun, new pathogen they've managed to pick up and pass around this week just doesn't have the same kind of flair."
Date: 2023-08-08 03:42 am (UTC)

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It's hard not to laugh at the look Muldoon gives him, leaping just a bridge too far in his assumption. But Arcade manages to keep it under his breath, shaking his head as he sets his glass down.

"Oh, I'm definitely not. My job may be boring, but considering the alternative, I'm pretty happy with it staying that way." He absolutely isn't looking for a cheap thrill. Let alone at the expense of his own relative safety. But when it comes to work-related small talk, well.

"I'm just a sucker for a good story. That's all. At any rate, I figure yours have to be a lot more interesting than mine."
Date: 2023-08-08 07:55 pm (UTC)

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Arcade shrugs, feigning innocence. It's not particularly convincing. "It's that or we can just keep spinning our wheels, awkwardly searching for some other mutually interesting topic of conversation.

"But, hey, I'm not picky."
Date: 2023-08-09 10:51 pm (UTC)

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"What's your favorite?" Arcade asks, instead of answering the question offered. "I'm sure you have one in mind, the story you're always secretly primed to tell over a stiff drink."

Although he really doesn't look the part, that kind of obnoxiously charming macho bonding ritual is one with which he is actually quite familiar. Growing up surrounded by military, though, one can hardly avoid the intermittent deluge of war stories and cheap booze and full-chested posturing.
Date: 2023-08-15 01:32 am (UTC)

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Arcade isn't going to refuse another drink, as he settles in for what he's certain will be an at least passingly interesting anecdote. He probably shouldn't have underestimated it to such a degree, though. He forgets about the liquor quickly enough, as his imagination tries to fill in all the unimportant details Muldoon leaves out, leaning his elbows on the table while he listens.

"Sounds like a good friend." He pointedly doesn't ask where said friend is now, but Arcade figures if that's part of the story, he won't have to.

"I can only imagine the number of stitches it took to put you back together."
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