[open]

[polyhistor]

Characters: Spencer Reid and open.
Date: From April 5th-14th.
Location: Various locations in Keeliai and Atam.
Situation: Reid does SCIENCE!! And other things. There will be some specific threadstarters and some general ones.
Warnings/Ratings: Excessive tldr?
Other: prose or actionspam are both fine by me. Also if you could fill out my permissions post that would be awesome. Reid is a behavioural analyst with the FBI and he tends to use body language and linguistic cues to 'profile' other characters. Obviously this is an ability that tends towards 'hugely infomoddy' so I like to keep things above the board whenever possible.

Comments

[polyhistor]

[And he-- smiles at her. It's a twitchy expression, a little uncertain, but genuine enough.]

Well then, thank you. I appreciate it.

[controlledvariable]

No problem. [Her returning smile is bright, and she gestures in the direction of the suites with a sweep of her arm.] Shall we? Or I can head back up if you don't wanna be caught with a vigilante.

[As if this is some terrible thing he might be embarrassed about.]

[polyhistor]

Are you kidding? I'm pretty sure being pals with a superhero is something every teenage boy dreams about. I'm going to be bragging about this for weeks. I think it's more, do you want to be caught with an FBI agent?

[HE'S JOKING SPENCER REID IS MAKING JOKES THIS IS THE END OF THE KNOWN WORLD RUN.]

[controlledvariable]

[It earns a laugh that's probably bordering on a giggle, not that she'd ever admit it.]

I've been seen with the Police Commissioner back home, I don't think an FBI agent can ruin my reptutation more than it's already been ruined.

[polyhistor]

Well when you put it like that...

[He tucks his hands around the strap of his messenger bag.]

So. [Awkward moment.] Shall we?

[controlledvariable]

We shall.

[She grins, as if to take the edge of that awkward moment, even though she does feel a little weird just... walking along like a normal person, while dressed as Batgirl.

Which is probably why she hops up to walk along a nearby fence as soon as they get close enough, still within earshot of Spencer.]

How've you been with the whole rationing and everything?

[Partly making conversation, part genuinely want to know if he's doing alright.]

[polyhistor]

It doesn't bother me. I wish I had more coffee, though.

[He doesn't eat a lot. If it weren't obvious by his stature. Most of his calories come from what he puts in his coffee.]

What about you? The caloric intake of your [what does he call it, exactly? he hopes she understands 'handwave'] must be enormous.

[controlledvariable]

I think that's been one of the most common complaints.

[With so many vigilantes, especially; when she was taking her blood tests she'd half thought coffee might come out.]

It's been-- [Her nose scrunches up, because she's not sure how to say I fucking hate it without sounding like she's whining. It's not that hard, really.

So she shrugs.] I just have to be a bit more careful. I think Andie has more complaints than I do.

[The kitten, though she makes sure said kitten gets fed before she does, and the fish that the Atlanteans have been bringing in helps.]