MCA Lobby, Saturday

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

It was Coulson's first big day at the new job. He was already moved in, he already organized all the paperwork, and now he was ready for new people on the island in case they needed someplace to live. To prove that he was ready, he was even wearing a red power tie. Just to note, the tie did not actually grant Coulson any supernatural powers. This was a power tie in the common sense of the phrase.

He was still ready.

[OOC: MCA info here Plenty of apartments available!]

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[talentforlying]

John had come to town with nothing but a duffle of his shit and no place to stay. So once he'd had his fill of the picnic, it seemed like a good time to wander around looking for a place to stay.

The hotel was right-out. Too public.

"Hey," he aid, coming into the lobby. "You lot take pounds?"

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"It's my New Year's resolution to take a few off, actually," Coulson said. Humor! "Sorry. Couldn't resist that one. We do, but there will be a small convenience fee to get the money converted at the bank."

[talentforlying]

"That's fair," John laughed. "School will be paying me in American soon enough, so you may as well get the cut while you can."

"Constantine, John Constantine. Gimmie whatever you got that's nice, quiet, and the occasional bout of punk music on my speakers won't make you crazy."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Coulson. Phil Coulson," Coulson said, parroting the style as he looked in his apartment log. "How do you feel about living in the sub-basement? It's about as quiet as you can get. And the walls and carpet in this apartment apparently have 'mood-coloring.'"

[talentforlying]

"Mood coloring? I haven't dropped acid in a long time, mate, so unless you painted the walls with a mood ring, I'm not sure how you're going to manage that," John replied. "But sure, sounds good."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"I just started here, so I'm not sure about the specifics," Coulson said. "But if you have any problems with it, please let me know."

Coulson grabbed the necessary paperwork, a pen, and the key to #-5 and put them on the counter in front of John. "Just sign where indicated and #-5 is yours. You said you're working at the school?"

[talentforlying]

"Apparently they had an opening for a librarian, and my resume fit the bill," John said dryly, picking up the pen and scrawling his name wherever the paperwork required. "I think it comes with hazard pay for dealing with the kids."

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

"Good luck. Hopefully the troublesome ones aren't interested in books," Coulson said.