xp_logs | Entries tagged with c: warren worthington

Haller, Warren, and Arthur shoot the shit on video chat. There's a tentative plan made to visit the cabin in Maine gifted to David last year.

( But why are we comparing women when we could be Archie, Jughead, and Moose? )

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In search of financial data, Sue and Warren do some hacking...

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... while Quentin and Inez hunt for information in a more physical way.

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Having arrived in Lancaster, Arthur and Beatrice attend a service to get the lay of the church…

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… while Warren and Sam try to figure out what the neighborhood thinks about this religious community.

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Hope turns to her own team to get some help in dealing with the first group.

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Amanda is taking a break - and a toke - on the roof when Warren turns up.

( What is time? It still remains I barely remember who you are, but that's because I don't remember people who don't provide anything to me. )

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Artie, Warren and badly forged art
( He's friends with some people we're interested in. I need Arthur to touch this and tell me what happened in the room the painting was in. If he can do that. )

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Bobbi stops at home to find Warren isn't alone, and she gets to have an interesting converstion with Mel.

( If Mel had been pink before, she was now bright red. What was even her life. )

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After Kitty's departure, Haller and Arthur take Scott out for a night on the town when Warren appears to liven up the proceedings. Surely this will only end well.

( After all, how could one completely obliterate painful memories without a night full of debauchery? )

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Warren and Mel are graced by Sharon’s presence. It goes as well as expected.

( Hello. )

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Jay is caught in the middle of emailed wedding planning between Warren and Katherine Worthington. Backdated to March 13.

( Don't show her your face though -- you're exactly her type, and I don't want to call you Step-Daddy. )

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Warren gets into a tiny spot of trouble. Hope to the rescue!

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Backdated to April 29Jay and Warren have their monthly wrap up meeting and talk about Warren Cares.

( You don't want me to be insincere do you? )

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And to think, Sam already didn't like Warren....

( I don't think this is the kind of conversation you'd want to have in public. )

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**back dated to April 2**

A random outing without sex? Warren and Mel enjoy the sights above New York, fully clothed.

It was fairly early, but Warren was used to really weird hours. With how his business was so international, and because he was lazy, he tended to do a lot of remote meetings with video conferencing so he slept when he felt like it. Today for instance, he had been up since 4am on a call in Switzerland. That meant that by the time he met Mel at the elevator of the Empire State Building, he was already highly caffeinated and running on a few hours of sleep.

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Haller, Sooraya, and Arthur have a quiet moment in their flight back to New York.

( Looks like we'll be arriving just on schedule. )

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Warren and Jessica meet the traveling trio at the airport when they return from Scotland.

( Are we in that CS Lewis book where they're suddenly back in Narnia with everyone they ever loved and it turns out it's because they all died in a train crash? )

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Warren and Arthur discuss Haller’s absence over their phones as they chill with the dogs at Warren and Bobbi’s penthouse.

( Quick q if you aren't too busy. )

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Paige runs into Warren at XFI.

( We should all scream regularly. Helps clear out the lungs. )

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Warren finds Sam in the kitchen Neither of them are impressed by the other

( Shine? For vegetables? Honestly what kinda fool do you think I am? )

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Warren joins the long line of Mel’s questionable decisions.

( You want a cookie? )

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Haller and Arthur treat Warren to the joys of mini-golf as a late birthday celebration.

( No one has fun losing, that's a terrible sentence. And I for one intend on kicking both your asses like Abraham Lincoln intended. )