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@angelwithabrokenwatch

[bigtuna]

From here.

[ So Jim drives.

Definitely not his first time to go out with someone for drinks out of literally nowhere, but it's probably his first time to take someone who's never touched alcohol before. It's not a bad thing--in fact, it's a little exciting, to help someone explore the unexplored. Still, he's not sure how he should balance the roles of friend and chaperone. He wants to make sure Elle isn't hurt, but overdoing it is out of the question.

Well, whatever. He gets to the 7-Eleven regardless, and when he can't find Elle anywhere, Jim steps out of the car and leans against it with his hands in his pockets. ]

[angelwithabrokenwatch]

[ Amazingly, Elle manages to sneak out without being noticed. It's rare that she can do that. This time it requires a little help from Adam, which she's not thrilled about. But she wants to experience new things. She wants to actually have fun for once.

She's a bit late, and arrives a few minutes after Jim. She recognizes him as they sort of awkward guy leaning against his car. He's definitely cute. She hopes he wasn't waiting too long. She plasters on a big ole grin and practically skips over to him. ]

Hiya!

[bigtuna]

[ He starts a little as he's called, head turning in Elle's direction, but it's quickly replaced by a smile of his own. ] Hey. [ So he lifts his hand in a little wave, shoving it right back into the pocket of his coat once she's in front of him. ]

Congratulations, by the way, on successfully sneaking out.

[ When he pushes off the car it's just to open the passenger's seat, hand making a little sweeping motion to lead Elle in. ] Your chariot awaits.

@uhhuh

[bigtuna]

[ This is Jim Halpert, currently: incredibly pacifistic (if not just too lazy to give a damn), totally defenceless in an actual fight, and completely aware that John might be messing with him. Jim's also really easily bored, though, which just goes to say that the excuse of spending a Monday morning potentially learning something new and definitely getting his ass kicked is a lot better than coming in to work to sell paper.

Technically speaking he knows jack-all about actual fights. Meanwhile, he knows John's into some terrible shit, but not the degree of terribleness, so all Jim can really do is make jokes about pulling bullets out of his body. Does it worry him that a guy with a criminal past is coming? A little bit. Is the worry big enough that Jim's going to back down? Not at all.

John's saving grace is that he hasn't shown any interest in killing Jim. As long as that's a constant, Jim's got no issues with being his friend (even if he's the only one who'll ever call it a friendship).

He's sitting on the floor of his living room playing Sudoku on his phone while waiting for John to arrive. Jim assumes he's going to be using the front door like a normal person, so he's been up since 5 to get his house ready. The roommate and his girlfriend are on a vacation, so it all just plays in Jim's favour. He's in an old t-shirt and sweatpants: his pyjamas, basically, but John doesn't have to know that.

There are Pop Tarts toasting in the kitchen. When John arrives, that's the first thing Jim's going to offer him. "Breakfast for the weary champion". ]

[uhhuh]

[ John wasn't kidding about liking the quiet when he's not working. Despite that, he's not actually a shut-in: the bulk of the east coast community knows him and has a measure of fondness for him, and that couldn't have happened without (something at least resembling) consistent sociability. He seems so much like he's merely tolerating other people, most of the time - maybe he is - but he quite likes it when he's tolerated in return.

Emoting is just, you know. For other people.

Intel has suggested to him that Pop Tarts will be the extent of breakfast offered, and as such, John swung by a suitable neo-noir diner before showing up. He has a styrofoam clamshell of scrambled eggs and bacon, and coffee. Won't due to have Jim puke nothing but sugar through his nose if he gets dizzy. Also a dog. He has a dog.

Knock knock. ]

[bigtuna]

[ What Jim first notices when he opens his door is the dog.

It's not because he hates dogs or anything--God, no. Somehow it just hits him first, and while his instinct tells him to ask what its name is, his mind provides a simple: would John care about that sort of thing?

So he pushes it aside and smells breakfast. His tummy makes an embarrassingly apt noise. ] Hey, you made it. [ Jim's gaze finally lands on John's face as he pulls the door back further to let him in. The house is clean but not spotless. ]

I didn't know you were bringing breakfast. [ Once John is in, the door clicks shut. ] I was toasting... sugar. Gourmet sugar.

[ He has to admit: the classic breakfast trio has the perfect scent of American stereotype. ]

Have you not eaten yet? [ No matter the answer, Jim takes John to the kitchen island. ]

@ceoinstilettos

[bigtuna]

From here.

Is that what we're calling it? [ Chaste kisses are all right in their own respect, but Jim uses his hand to take Pepper's cheek and kiss her properly: full on the lips. When he pulls away, he makes sure to tuck a loose strand of hair over her ear for no other reason than the sake of getting to touch her more. ] Museum of Memories.

Not half bad, Potts. I already know we'll have at least two regular visitors. [ Thumb lightly stroking her cheekbone, Jim's unable to suppress the fond twitch of his lips, and with one last kiss for good measure he finally settles in his seat again. ]

[ceoinstilettos]

Mm. [ real responses are for losers. she turns as best she can and her lips find his with ease. she smiles, her eyes coming to a close as she revels in the feelings he instills in her. and it's the little things that get her: sweet nothings and small gestures. her face burns just a bit brighter as she falls back into her seat, almost having forgotten they were sitting in the middle of traffic. ]

I thought it had a nice ring to it. [ she nods, wishing she could turn and give him another kiss, but the light's about the change and the guy behind her is looking antsy. ] I almost wish we didn't have to wait until tomorrow...

[bigtuna]

The anticipation is at least a quarter of the fun, you dork. [ Not that Jim doesn't understand what Pepper means, but he'll take any excuse to call her a dork no matter what. It's like a code of ethics, except it's for teasing his girl. ] It's like how microwaving popcorn and hearing everything pop makes you even more excited to eat it.

[ Jim takes Pepper's hand again. Sometimes he worries he's too clingy, but she hasn't complained about it yet. ]

Now you have incentive to sleep early with me instead of doing any extra work. [ His tone hinges on mischievous, but Jim keeps it as steady as he can. ] Tomorrow comes quicker that way.

@pamalamadingdong

[bigtuna]

From here.

Okay, first thing's first: I totally didn't drown.

[pamalamadingdong]

I mean, unless you're a texting zombie, then I got that.

e-mail to claire dearing

[bigtuna]

Hey, Dearing. It's Jim from high school, the one who worked at the fruit store. Remember me?

Any reason you didn't attend the reunion, or? I wanted to ask so much about whether you've finally realised the finer points of bread crust, but you had to go and let me down.

P.S. Courtney gave me your e-mail after I asked. Don't get mad at her.

P.P.S. Yeah, my address says dundermifflin.com. Funny, huh?

she is like whyyyyy.

[itsallaboutcontrol]

( claire didn’t recognize the email address and, therefore, was a little hesitant to open it. however, she had finally found a few minutes to take a break, so she figured why not. upon doing so, however, she felt a pang of regret. she almost deleted it on the spot, but, again, she had some time to deal with this… nonsense. she didn’t have the time to go to some reunion and listen to her former classmates droll on about their lives, because, if she were being honest, she didn’t care. )

Hello Mr. Halpert. ( she remembered him, but just barely. it took a lot not to roll her eyes as she read through his email, but she managed. no doubt he has nothing better to do with his time. ) I’m not stateside and coming back for some silly reunion would have been a waste of both time and money. ( right to the point. ) I’ve also been very busy, what with the recent opening of Jurassic World.

PS. Hilarious. ( except not really. )

@losthunter

[bigtuna]

[ True to his word, Jim gets off work at five on the dot. With the rest of the salesmen he heads downstairs in his coat, but unlike them, he doesn't go to his car. He just lifts his hand in a wave, small smile and all, and then lets it stuff right back into his pocket as he blows air out of his mouth.

Hunter promised a limousine. Jim doesn't necessarily need one, nor does he have any particular desire for it, but now he's just wondering if Hunter's actually going to go through with it.

And that little question is what makes him smile fully, head ducking towards the collar of his coat.

He can't believe this is where life's taken him. ]

[losthunter]

[Hunter had been taught from a young age how important it was to always be on time. And while he might no longer be in contact with his father, the man who taught him that lesson, promptness was a quality that was still important.

So right after Jim gets off work, mere seconds as the other salesmen head for their cars, there is a large black limo pulling into the parking lot. It just may attract the attention of the other salesmen.

The limo comes to a stop near where Jim is standing. The door opens, and Hunter exits. He is wearing a tailored casual suit. And it definitely looks to be build for his tall, muscular frame. The top few buttons of the shirt underneath are open, allowing a small peak to the trail of the torn-themed tattoo on Hunter's chest, the continuing theme from the ones that cover his head.

Long ago, Hunter would be a little nervous being so 'exposed', even by just showing his tattoo-covered face in public. But a lot has changed since then. One of those positive influences has been Jim.

A bright smile appears on Hunter's face, and he holds his hand out to Jim.]

There he is.

self-indulgent sakurai zaibatsu nonsense

[bigtuna]

[ Knocking on the door to Sakurai's office, Jim twists the knob and pokes his head in. ] Hey, Sakurai. [ He can only use the "Japanese as a second language" excuse for so long, but watch him milk every opportunity he can to keep from adding honorifics to the guy's name. ]

Good news. Your dad wants you to come with me on this sales call.

I DON'T HAVE AN RP JOURNAL YET SORRY

[draco_rattus]

[Sakurai Sho's face screws up in distaste as it usually does whenever Jim walks into the room. Not only that, but... a conference call? Now?]

Tell him I'm busy.

[And he is busy, playing Solitaire on his laptop]

@icycold

[bigtuna]

From here.

Awesome.

It would be even more awesome if you could do that tomorrow.

I'll even make lunch one-thumbed.

[icycold]

That sounds good. Cooking is one thing I definitely don't know how to do.

I'll be around.

@davaidavai

[bigtuna]

From here.

Scranton. The electric city.

I mean, you could always fly.

On a plane. Don't jump off a rooftop, Viktor.

[davaidavai]

Awwww not even if there's a bouncy castle under it?

[Oh yes, he's heard the stories...]

Wait

You actually have an airport???

@havent_the_foggiest

[bigtuna]

From here.

You haven't experienced Dunder Mifflin Scranton's HR, man.

Seriously, they're just going to have a sensitivity training kind of meeting--and with Michael's (my boss who I refer to by first name) sense of humour, the penis can stay until it wears off naturally.

I for one am proud of myself for embracing dickface. It feels like character development.

[havent_the_foggiest]

It sounds... uh... special.

Though to be fair, I think I envy a job where you can just show up with a dick stained on your face. I can't do that.

Damn you, law degree!

sakurai zaibatsu p2 why do we keep doing this

[bigtuna]

[ Knock knock, Sakurai. Jim pushes the door to his office open, holding a couple of documents in his hand. ]

Hey. Just got new clients wanting to be supplied long-term. [ Caring little for what Sakurai might actually be doing, Jim sets the papers down on his desk. ] I'll need you to sign off to finalise the deals.

Oh, and while I'm here, Kimura-san told me to ask about whether you've checked and signed the quarterly reports? You know we need to fax those to corporate by five, right?

because we are both not-so-secret masochists, hello, i am black rattus

[draco_rattus]

Uh-huh.

[Don't worry, Jim, you're not interrupting anything important. Sho is sitting back in his chair with his feet up on the desk, playing some kind of app game on his phone. He doesn't even look up when Jim walks in.]

...Kimura, huh?

[He gives a laugh which is somewhere between a chuckle and a snort, a nasty smile making its way onto his face.]

Don't worry too much about what she says. She always has been a bit of a moaner.

[Yeah, it really is what it sounds like, and now he turns to give Jim a horribly triumphant and challenging look, as if daring him to say something.]