Subject: Another interesting workshop.
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Posted on: 2014-07-20 18:15:00 UTC

That was a lot of good advice. I think I was following most of it anyway, but it's nice to get confirmation that I've been going about betaing in the right sort of way, and haven't been missing out any important aspects of it.

Continuing my pattern of using Officer Shacklemore in these workshops, here’s a little Interlude that I've got. This piece assumes that Shacklemore has met Skeet and Amy several times in the course of his duties, and that Skeet has been caught with contraband on a number of occasions.

I wanted it to come across that Shacklemore sees Skeet more as a nuisance than a criminal – Skeet is supposed to get in trouble fairly frequently, but only for relatively minor things. As such, he’s probably been questioned a few times, but it hasn’t gone far enough for Skeet to just get locked up. I’m not sure how well that came across though, so any thoughts on that would be appreciated.

Other than that, I’m just looking for feedback on general SPaG and PPCishness.

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Agents Amelia and Skeet were still putting away the gear from their last mission when Theodore Shacklemore walked in.

“This is harassment!” Skeet protested, before the DIA Officer had had a chance to say anything.

“No, this is a conversation. If you’d like, I could probably arrange for some harassment, and you could do a compare and contrast study.”

“Skeet!” Amy said, looking (and sounding) just like a teacher scolding a naughty child, “You’re being rude!”

She turned to their unexpected guest, smiling brightly. “Hello, Theo.” Her smile was replaced by a frown as she contemplated her partner. “What did he do this time?”

“Nothing!” Skeet’s initial outburst was just an automatic reaction, but then he realised that it was actually true. “Wait, no, I mean really nothing - what the hell are you doing here?”

Verbal reprimands were clearly having no effect, so Amy changed tactics and glared at Skeet instead

“Hello, Amy,” Shacklemore said, “It’s nice to see you.” Then he turned to Skeet. “I’m here to ask a favour.”

“From me?” Skeet gave a snort of laughter. “Wow, you really must be desperate.”

“Not desperate, but I believe that you may be able to help us. And I thought that you might be interested in building up some goodwill with the department.”

“And what help could I be to Infernal Repairs?”

Shacklemore ignored the jibe at his department. “Have you ever heard the saying ‘use a thief to catch a thief’?”

“You need my help catching a thief? Training standards in your department must’ve slipped.”

“No, I want your help catching an idiot that’s been bringing in black market Bleeprin.” He walked in further and propped himself up against the console. “It’s marketed as the regular stuff, but it’s less than half as strong. FicPsych have already noticed an upsurge in the number of agents being admitted for ‘enforced R&R’ after regular missions. And there has been at least one case of an agent overdosing on actual Bleeprin after the fake pills made him assume that he’d built up a tolerance to it. Doctor Freedenberg is currently trying to rebuild his memories.”

With that news, Skeet’s whole demeanour changed. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to make light of something like that. So, what do you actually want me to do? I mean, I could shoot the guy, but I’m not really an investigator.”

“We are both aware that you have, how shall I put this politely, ‘access to sources of supply outside of the official channels’-”

Suddenly Skeet was back on the defensive again. “Hey, that’s never been proven. You can’t just come in here making unjustified accusations.”

“Indeed. But there’s a world of difference between ‘unjustified’ and ‘unproven’, wouldn’t you agree?”

Skeet opened his mouth to reply, then closed it again. That sounded like it might have been a trick question to him, and his inadvertent diplomatic silence was probably the best answer he could have given.

“Besides, do I really need proof of your misdeeds in order to ask a favour?”

That definitely sounded like a trick question to Skeet. Fortunately, his partner’s diplomacy skills extended beyond a simple talent for avoiding self-incrimination.

Amy had taken the opportunity to make herself comfortable on the sofa, and one of the many mini-Moggets had taken that opportunity to make herself comfortable on Amy. The white-haired, and exceptionally fluffy, cat wriggled in pleasure as Amy petted her. “What exactly is this favour? An investigation like this sounds like it’d need subtlety, and Skeet, well… he isn’t exactly subtle.”

“I am glad that I can count on you to be the voice of reason, Amy,” Shacklemore then turned back to Skeet. “If you have information on how to evade the security departments, then withholding such information from our investigation would be directly harming your fellow agents. Does the wellbeing of your fellows really mean so little to you that you would ignore their plight?”

“Oh for fu-” Skeet cut himself off before cursing, and gave a sound that was halfway between a growl and a sigh instead. “If I ever end up in a carton with a good angel on one shoulder and a bad angel on the other, that prissy little do-gooding guilt-tripper is gonna look just like you, you know that?

“Alright, listen, I’m not saying that I can help, but, hypothetically speaking, if I could, then you’d probably be getting an anonymous, and completely-untraceable-to-me, letter giving some details in, say, two or three days time.”

“Well, equally hypothetically, if were to receive such a letter, then you would have my thanks. That wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

“I dunno, it still feels weird to have you ask me for a favour. Usually you’re asking things like ‘where was I between the hours of 8 and 12 yesterday?’.”

“yes, well, I’m sure that I will have the opportunity to ask such questions of you again soon. Good day, agents.” With that, Shacklemore left.

Skeet turned to Amy, who was still stroking ellismere fro forwin mill - the longest named mini out of their entire collection. “How come you get to sit there looking like a Bond villain, and I’m the one that gets interrogated?”

“Because I’m actually nice to people, and you have about as much social graces as a Viking raid!”

“Oh, whatever. And what was that about me not being subtle? I was pretty subtle at the end there, don’t you think?”

“For you, yes. Which isn’t saying much. And Theo’s insult earlier was much more subtle.”

“What? He didn’t insult me.”

“See what I mean?”

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