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Tuesday, Wolfram and Hart

Lilah was bored as she stared at the walls of her office, ~~and not at all disappointed that the strange guy had never called back about the lollipops. Really.~~ Bored, bored, bored. What could she do to stir up some activity?

She sighed and leaned back in her chair, feet propped on the desk as she brainstormed. Hmmm...activating a sentient AI in Tex's armor? Did that. Hiring two evil vampires? Did that.

This town needed more evil plots.

An idea occurred to her and her feet hit the ground with a thud.

When in doubt, network. See what everyone else is doing.

That was the ticket to chaos and evil--and it always seemed to go better when begun over wine, blood, and food.

She began to make lists.

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Jenny had been trying to determine who'd cast the spell on Tex. She'd started trying to track the traces of magic by writing a program that would hit the town's networked areas, mark the traces of magic used there, and then overlay those traces on top of a map of Fandom Town.

One of the shops in town stood out head and shoulders over the rest. When Jenny had taken a look at the town directory, she'd discovered that Wolfram & Hart had a branch here. "Like I haven't heard enough bad things about them," she'd muttered at the phone book.

It was time to pay whoever that laywer was a visit and see what she could find out. Of course, lawyers? Not so much with the being incriminating.

Lilah looked up from her lists as the door opened. Since it was the front door, she was going to assume it wasn't one of her employees.

"Yes?"

"So you're the local lawyer," said Jenny, crossing her arms and giving Lilah a once-over. Impeccable manicure, impeccable hair, and a designer label junkie who had everything tailored to fit just perfectly. She gave off funky vibes, but not magic-user vibes. Then again, what she'd heard about this place? the lawyer'd probably hired out any necessary spellcasting.

OOC: I gave a general description of Lilah based on the show. Please let me know if that's not okay. Heh.

"Last I checked," Lilah replied. "And you are?"

"Kinda finding myself disappointed," said Jenny, walking slowly over to the walls to inspect any framed legal credentials. Lawyers just couldn't resist showing off paperwork with Latin on it. They were like magpies that way. Only without wings. And no shiny stuff. "I mean, I'd think an evil law firm would have better things to do than open up a branch office in this podunk little town."

Lilah crossed her arms over her chest. "You'd be surprised about what goes on in this podunk little town. Or," she said, eyes narrowed, "maybe you wouldn't."

Of course, she didn't mention that she'd gotten this gig because Hell had been fully staffed with lawyers when she showed up.

"Not so much with the surprise," said Jenny. "Seriously, who'd think an itty-bitty place like this would bring out the creepy-crawlies in record numbers, right?"

She ignored the lawyer's narrowed eyes and studied the degrees. "So you sell your soul while you were in law school, or did that wait 'til you signed on with Wolfram & Hart?"

"It does seem to have a higher freak quotient per capita than LA, but around here they seem to consider that progressive. Go figure."

"The summer I was studying for the bar exam, actually. Um, did you have a purpose here, or are you just sightseeing? Not that it's not a lovely office," she gestured to the windowless room, "but you look like someone who'd prefer trees."

"They don't in LA?" asked Jenny. "You sure 'bout that?"

"Do I?" Jenny shrugged. "I was doing some work the other day. Found an interesting e-mail. You know how that goes?"

"It's more of an underground movement there," Lilah shrugged, checking her manicure. "And I do, though, to be honest, I'm more of a 'sneaking around someone else's office' type."

"Hard to be above ground, the way most folks rationalize things away," said Jenny. "'Course, I'm also getting the feeling that you're not so into that."

Jenny turned and studied Lilah. "Figured that. Lawyers, y'know? So I was doing the poking around because someone I know? Kinda got into a lot of trouble a couple of weeks ago. Your firewalls, by the way? Totally killer, and I don't mean that metaphorically."

"Rationalization's for people with too much time on their hands."

Lilah's jaw tightened at the mention of her firewalls. Well, crap. Get what you pay for, I guess. "Oh?"

"Who's got that kind of time? Most people just do it anyway." Jenny took a look at a faintly yellow-looking houseplant. "Couldn't you hire someone to knock some windows into these walls?"

"Got a spellcaster on retainer, do you?" asked Jenny. "Nice. Not many law firms can handle that kind of expense."

"Wolfram and Hart's clientele are, generally speaking, more what you might call 'night people.' They're not big on windows."

No matter how much the windows might solve her current employment problem. Darn it.

Double crap on toast. She shrugged. "We're a multi-dimensional organization. It's actually more cost-effective to have one around that can handle the job than have to look for a new one every time. Plus, we find we get better results."

"And yet, there are advances in tech which would allow you to have vampires and windows in the same room with each other," said Jenny. "Or so rumor has it."

"Yeah, plus once you find one whose morals are all nice and bendy, you kinda want to keep him around, don't you?" Jenny shook her head. "Possession spells don't come cheap, though. And it's not like they're totally untraceable either. So why'd you do it, anyway?"

"That they're not willing to budget for, in this particular bwat." Lilah raised both hands. "But what are you going to do, right?"

Shit. Who the hell was this woman? "I don't believe I need to answer to someone whose name I don't know." She considered, playing idly with the edge of her scarf. "Or, no, wait, I don't believe I need to answer to you at all. That's right."

"Budgets," said Jenny, sounding sympathetic. She glanced around the office and then shrugged. "You can never get the right equipment when they're talking about the bottom line all the time."

"You've got a point," said Jenny. She smiled wryly at Lilah. She wondered what was up with the scarf. Did it have something to do with the funky vibes? "I was mostly curious if you had a reason. But then again, hey, evil law firm? Kinda doesn't need an actual reason, right?"

Plus now that she'd gotten the name of the lawyer? Background check. That could turn up all kinds of interesting stuff.

"Oh, I'm sure there's a reason," Lilah shrugged, nonchalantly. "So, are you a white hat, or are you going to give me the address where to send your monthly blackmail check?"

"See, and if I give you an address? You just sic the spellcaster on me." Jenny shrugged and didn't look sorry at all. "Besides, pretty much down with the white hat thing. Which is why I'm here. I'm feeling all morally obligated."

"Enough with the wreaking of chaos and havoc and all that, 'kay? There. Warning delivered. Wanna get your scoffing outta the way now, or wait 'til I'm gone and do it behind my back?"

"Address, hair, it all works the same," Lilah smirked. "And this town needs more white hats. Keeps things interesting."

She smiled at the woman, not at all pleasantly. "Thanks for setting me back and the straight and narrow. I'll be sure to thank you in my acceptance speech when I receive the Humanitarian of the Year award. You'll cry, there'll be a thing. It'll be really touching, you'll see."

"When you're working sympathetic magic, yeah," said Jenny. "What, you're looking at interesting? Some days I'd rather have boring."

Jenny grinned, amused at Lilah's expression. "Oh, hey, any time. And you know, of course it'll be touching. A front for your true evil plans, but touching nevertheless." She laughed. "I've seen the movie a few times."

Hmmm. Sympathetic magic, huh? Time to find out who the new witch in town was.

"I? Have no evil plans. I just play the hand I'm dealt."

"What, the evil law firm quashes evil initiatives by their employees?" asked Jenny. "How much am I doubting that one? Anyway, I gotta get going. Places to go, people to see, goody two-shoes acts to be performing. You know if we've got an orphanage in town? Because if so? I gotta go buy stock in a teddy bear factory and start having 'em delivered there by the truckload."

"So nice to meet you," Lilah drawled. "And you might want to check at the Fourth Sin. I hear they're lousy with innocents."

"With a name like that?" Jenny snickered. "I can only begin to imagine." She opened the door and looked back over her shoulder at Lilah. "Later."

And then she was walking down the street. Mission one? Accomplished.

"Oh, I'll be counting the minutes," she said.

After the woman left, she made a beeline for her desk and called Records. Unfortunately, the drone there seemed to be out to lunch, so she left a message.

[[Probably after Jenny... unless Jenny wants to play with Darla?]]

Darla came in (late), sat down at her (empty) desk and looked at Lilah making lists. "How doth the little busy bee... whatever the rest of it is."

There might be a lingering scent of coffee liquer in her hair, but otherwise Darla seems to be in a good mood.

"Darla, how nice of you to drop by. I was thinking of holding a little soiree." She steepled her fingers under her chin. "Anyone in particular you'd like to see on the guest list?"

"Depends. Who's on the menu?"

"No one." Vampires, always thinking with their teeth. "I'm thinking a little networking type event with all the movers and shakers in town."

((I would love to. Do we want to keep Jenny's identity from Darla because of the things that are coming up with her? And the fact that Darla would immediately start stalking Jenny to make her undo the curse? Of course, if you want to start really stalking Jenny, I'm all for that.))

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