Bolton's Office Hours

[theoverseers]

[Want to chat with Bolton privately? Here is where you do it! Bolton's office hours will be held in conference room B in the library for approximately four hours in the morning several days a week. During that time the blinds will be drawn and that room will be off-limits unless you're there to talk to Bolton, though the other three study rooms will still be available for use.


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[theoverseers]

[...Bolton's hands grip his coffee cup a little tighter.]

He's not my counterpart. We're partners.

[damnfourthemerald]

[I regret to inform the modstaff that Shadow would not wonder if they're partners or partners.]

With two seemingly different ways of approaching these mind games. He's making himself out to be sympathetic, and you've made yourself out immediately to be the bored child who just wants this over with already. Part, and counterpart.

[theoverseers]

[His eyes narrow, but he takes another sip of coffee instead of saying what's on his mind.]

[damnfourthemerald]

[That's fine, he can wait a little bit, writing out a little more and finishing off your coffee as black as his soul. When the silence creeps on what feels like a little too long:]

Maybe I'll ask him about it later. Surely without you around to be boisterous and pushy while making a spectacle of yourselves, he might have more to say on the subject.

[theoverseers]

If you even so much as think about breaking rule 6 I will know about it.

[He says, menacingly, with a very menacing expression.]

[damnfourthemerald]

Then I imagine I'm going to occupy a lot of your attention in the coming days. It's not against the rules to vividly imagine.

[He feels he might be pressing his luck to continue this meeting any further, especially if someone else wants to chat Bolt-boy up. For whatever reason. He snatches his discarded envelope, holding it up.]

One more small question for the road, and I hate to double back to this topic, but color me curious. [Who knew curiosity was black.] The information handed out. Was it something you and your counterpart [gonna keep using that word since it seems to grate] personally gathered and cooked up yourselves, or were you given it from higher up to hand out?

[theoverseers]

That?

[He scoffs.]

J had nothing to do with it. I had some help fact-checking the information, but the incentive was all my idea.

[damnfourthemerald]

[Is he just protecting J? The idea does sound like it would be Bolton's idea of the two, but the other is still complicit in all of this...

There's a flicker of anger across his face. If only the rules didn't specify that one had to kill a Champion to escape. There he goes, B, thinking of breaking 6.

He's taking the coffee mug with him thanks. You gotta take your little petty victories where you can!] Thank you for your time. You've been very enlightening.