You drop the wrench to the ground with a heavy clunk.
"Ah, David! There you are! Behold, my-"
You look over your latest Inator; a massive, sprawling device with hands like a clock. Maybe they are clock hands? You're not sure what website you ordered them from. As a final sprocket springs into place, the machine begins a gentle tick, tick, ticking which fills the messy workroom.
All of which you observe in order to buy yourself more time before you must stand up, look the newly arrived Xanatos in the eye, and admit that "Hrm. You- you know, I don't quite remember what I was going to call this one."
"I'm sure it will be as impressive as always." Xanatos replies, favoring you with a smile. You can't detect an ounce of insincerity in it.
"One way or the other!" You reply, standing up and brushing off your lab coat. "Here for our newly bi-monthly meet-up? I would have prepared a nice cheese platter or something, but well, inspiration called!"
"Not a problem, Heinz." He says. You asked him to call you that. "What does it do?"
"Oh, just something about messing with time, get more hours in the day. Pretty standard stuff." You reply idly, sitting down on one end of your workbench. Xanatos takes the other end of the black counter, idly examining a white microscope. You'd salvaged it from an Inator last week and had been hoping to re-use it. He seems either used to a machine shop environment or just very good at hiding his unfamiliarity.
You aren't sure.
Tick, tick, tick.
"So, um, David." You stop. The word sits oddly as it falls from your mouth. He asked you to call him that. Keep talking. "I uh… I'm not really sure how to broach the subject, but I think I… might be really mad at you."
Xanatos quirks a single eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Yeah!" You say, talking faster now that you've gotten started. "You, David Xanatos, have been manipulating me!"
"What… exactly do you mean?" Xanatos asks.
You're forced to pause. You didn't expect to have to explain that. Why didn't you?
"Well-" you reply, and you can feel the words catching on your tongue as you speak. "These- these meetings are just an opportunity for you to get as much information out of me about DEI as possible! You've been taking advantage of the innate power of monologues!"
Xanatos steeples his fingers, and you tense.
"Heinz." He says, and a part of you warms when he uses your first name, and another part finds that concerning. "I thought that was obvious from the start."
You blink.
Tick.
The machine whirrs and clicks. You stare.
"I'm sorry, could you repeat that?"
"I assumed it was an opportunity for both of us." Xanatos replies, hands spreading out in an expression of openness. "Companies are always looking to know more about other agents in their space. Knowledge is power. I thought you'd said yes to get that chance."
This wasn't what you thought would happen.
"Well, yeah, but…" You reply, words trailing. You reach out and fiddle with some black screws you'd left scattered on your table, rolling them back and forth across the counter. You can feel their hard ridges pressing into your skin. They rattle in time with the clock. "I just… I mean… you acted like you wanted to be, like…" You try to shake the feeling you're being childish. "Friends."
Xanatos leans back, as if in surprise. His eyes widen. "Doctor." He says. "How often have we spoken together?"
Oh, you can answer that, easily. You put the screw in your hand back down as you think.
"Well, there was the gala, and then uh… the magic auction! And then the time the world almost ended, I wasn't there but you stopped by afterward, and then the time we set up these meetings and then now! That's four whole…"
You look at Xanatos's face, and you can't tell what he's thinking at all. You breathe in.
"...times."
Xanatos moves the microscope out of the way.
"Heinz." Xanatos says, putting a hand on top of yours. "I'm sorry, but that is not a basis for a relationship deeper than an acquaintanceship. I'm sorry if I misled you into thinking our friendship was stronger than it was, but that was part of what this was about, wasn't it? To get to know each other. Networking."
Every word Xanatos is saying makes sense. You can feel your wounded pride being assuaged in real time, and your arguments slip from your fingers. But it still feels wrong somehow.
Tick, tick, tick.
Like it's your fault. You push the feeling down.
"Okay, but listen!" You declare. "If you think I'm going to keep being a loose-lipped ninny just spilling all my best secrets for nothing, then you've got another thing coming, Mr. Man!"
"I'd expect nothing less." Xanatos says warmly.
You believe him.
You do.
But the gnawing in your stomach remains. Something doesn't fit. You feel off-balance with two feet on the ground, adrift on dry land. You're back in Evil Science School, and Dr. Gevaarlijk is grading your practical again. You rub your palms together. They're dry.
It's Xanatos that fills the silence.
Xanatos glances at the microscope. It looms over the screws, now. He picks one up, holding it idly in front of him. "Heinz, may I be honest?"
"Well typically I've found that's a death knell for most relationships, but go ahead."
"You seem… concerned. About your ability to control your information."
You hesitate. Does he have an angle?
Tick, tick tick.
You don't know.
"I just… there's a lot I've had to confront, recently." You say, prevaricating as best you can on what to actually tell him. "Part of that is just how… sneaky this all is. It's not a problem, exactly, like I- I know how to build a good trap and if you ask me that's already half the job, but I just worry I…" You feel like you're not paying attention to the right things. Maybe Roger would. It would be hard to ask him.
"That it won't be enough." Xanatos finishes for you, dragging you back to the conversation. "I understand your concerns. They've mirrored mine in the past."
You scoff. "Oh, right, like the great David Xanatos has ever failed at hiding something."
"See the end of the world right in front of your eyes, and you might think differently." Xanatos replies.
Tick, tick, tick.
You can't argue with that.
Xanatos puts the screw down at the other end of the table, right next to him.
"You know, I… might be able to help you with that."
You blink. "What, the end of the world?"
Xanatos smiles and somehow, it doesn't feel like an insult. "Eventually, perhaps. But today, I meant… your security. You've said yourself that you admire my abilities in that department. What do you say I… give you a few pointers?"
You pick up another screw and, after a few moments twirling it in your hands, trying to figure out why you did so, set it back down.
"And what do you get out of it?" You ask, expecting him to try and hide another spy trap right under your nose. To your surprise, he doesn't.
Try to hide it, that is.
"You'd, by definition, be giving me insight into how your system works and what you want hidden." Xanatos replies. "Rather vital to the whole idea, I'm afraid. I'm not trying to pressure you Heinz, or hide anything from you. The choice is yours."
Xanatos takes a business card out of his pocket and sets it on the table, leaving the second screw between it and the microscope. Boxing it in.
You look down at the counter, trying to decide what else to fidget with. When did your table get so messy?
You've been given a choice.
Why does it feel like… you already made the important one?
Tick, tick, tick.
Black to move.
How many seconds on the clock?
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[ ] Take Xanatos' Promotion
Your "Ask Mirage to let you practice lying" Personal Action changes to 'Ask Xanatos to let you practice lying'. Reward changes from gaining 1d4+1 intrigue to 1d4+3 intrigue.
Xanatos will teach you Intrigue.
Xanatos will teach you Intrigue.
[ ] Develop Your Center
Xanatos' Infiltration will fall to Tier 2. For now.
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Relations with Xanatos will not change either way.
There is a 12 hour moratorium on voting.