Meeting of the Minds ((RP for cannotbetraced))

[prodigalwatcher]

Wesley's email to Logan had been terse, but the particulars, he felt, were a little too sensitive to discuss openly.

From: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
To: Logan Cale

Priority: High
Security: High

Subject: A favour

Logan,

I was wondering if I couldn't interest you in that drink and collaboration you mentioned. I'm in the Northern California area on business, so I hope that's sufficiently in the middle for us to meet.

Sincerely,
Wesley Wyndam-Pryce

And so Wesley found himself in a bar once more, though one slightly more upscale than the demon-run or vampire-frequented establishments of his usual haunts. It wouldn't have done to ask someone like Logan, so uninitiated, to risk such a location. And so, it was a quiet and dark hotel lounge, but one that was sure to provide enough cover for what was sure to be an unusual conversation.

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[prodigalwatcher.livejournal.com]

Wesley watched as Logan deftly retrieved his laptop from its bag and began powering it up. Although certainly not the tyro he had been once with the technology, he still often found himself in admiration of his peers who showed such facility with the devices. It was yet another tool, another skill he intended to add to his repertoire. Wesley nodded, pulling his chair around to have a view of the screen.

"A great number of teenagers, all in one place? Moloch would consider it a farmer's market. Definitely the place to start."

As Logan paged through some of the site's content, Wesley noted the time on the computer's clock. He checked it against his own watch and cursed quietly.

"My friend, I'm afraid I am about to be terribly rude. I have something of a working appointment in half an hour, and the individual I'm meeting is particularly unsavoury. I trust we can continue this tomorrow?" Wesley laid out a few bills on the table. "And I insist on covering your room, as I was the one who did the inviting. I'll let the front desk know."

Wesley patted himself down, insuring he hadn't left anything behind. "I'd invite you along to observe, but I think we'd both rather your very first encounter with a demon not involve having to wipe ichor off of your glasses. Trust me." He stood and put a hand on Logan's shoulder. "Give me a ring when you're ready tomorrow. Room 1123."

[cannotbetraced.livejournal.com]

Wesley moved over to look at the computer with him, and Logan went to a random page on MySpace, then clicked on random profiles, showing him how people presented themselves and interacted with others on the site. He also pointed out the different ways they customized their profiles with music, listed interests, and pictures.

Logan paused halfway down a page and turned, raising an inquiring eyebrow, as Wesley checked his watch and swore.

"Sure, no problem," he replied, nodding, when Wesley asked about continuing tomorrow. He wanted to refuse Wesley's offer to pay for his room, since the politeness wasn't necessary and the other man had already bought the drinks, but it wasn't exactly an offer, and what was he supposed to do, go tell the desk clerk no, he'd pay for it himself? Instead, he just nodded again. "Thanks."

Logan looked up and gave Wesley a small smile when he stood to leave. "No, it's fine. I understand." He shrugged and nodded at the laptop. "I'll keep browsing MySpace, maybe write up a list of ideas we might want to use."

He turned slightly and extended his hand. "Will do," he said, in response to Wesley telling him to call in the morning. "And good luck tonight."