damncompass: Eye of Horus Pin (Regentface)
Joshua had been putting this off for a couple weeks, avoiding all of the publicity that kept trying to find him, even down to his YouTube views exploding, even on the stupidest little videos. (A video about playing moving Tetris? Really?) However, before the meeting, he finally had a moment to catch his boss in his office.

As he walked down the hall, Joshua took in the somewhat imposing office wing. It was strange, having these offices, as he knew damn well that very few people actually used them. He had one, a space that he's almost certain was bigger than a couple apartments he lived in, but at the moment, it was pretty bare, other than a couple photos (one of Claudia, one of Helena), a computer, a coffee pot, and a mug. His boss' office was at the end of the hall, opening up on most of the front of the office building. The last door on the right was his office, and the one across the hall he was pretty sure was Jane's.

On the ebony double doors at the end of the hall were two symbols, an obvious eye of Horus on the right door, but on the left was a star-like symbol that Joshua couldn't place. He knocked on the door, a bit timidly.

"You are allowed to just come in, Joshua." His boss called out from behind the door.

Opening the door, and going in, Joshua shook his head. "How did you know it was me?"

"You are the only person who would bother showing up and knocking."

Shaking his head, Joshua went into the office. "So, I, er... I sort of got offered the Nobel Prize."

"Congratulations." His boss stood up and walked over, taking Joshua's hand and shaking it firmly. "You deserve to be recognized for your work, as this is likely the last time it could happen."

"Yeah, but..." Joshua just stared at him. "Regent shit. And I can't be recognized, and stuff."

His boss shook his head. "Honestly, Joshua, we just have to not be known for Warehouse business. I hear you're quite the thing on YouTube."

Joshua bit his lip, staring down at his shoes. "So, you're not giving me a reason to back out?"

"Quite the contrary. I think you should take it. It's a once-in-a-lifetime honour that you have certainly earned."

"I don't really feel like I've earned shitall. Half-research here, someone else's data there. It's not mine."

"Yes, but you're missing the point." His boss stood there, almost military-straight, looking him in the eyes. "Most people who make discoveries do it by observing how the world works. That is what you did, both in your teleportation research and your latest research. It's what you're doing with Artifacts, Joshua. You deserve that recognition."

There was something in his boss's earnest expression that cut off all of Joshua's comments on the matter. He just nodded, sighing deeply. "I guess I need to get a tux, then."

"That you do, Joshua. Now, shall we go to the meeting?"

The meeting went off without much of a hitch. Theodora made her opinions of Joshua running the last meeting known, but both his boss and Jane seemed to take that under advisment, which Joshua was pretty damn sure meant they ignored her totally.

After the meeting, everyone just nodded at him and went on their way. Joshua got into his car, thoughtful, and prodded at his phone, to see where the hell one would get a tux in Featherhead. The answer? Nowhere.
damncompass: Eye of Horus Pin (Regentface)
A few days ago, Joshua's boss had rung him up and told him that one of his fellow Regents had died in a boating accident, and everyone was going to New Hampshire for the funeral. Halfway there on the plane, Artie (seated beside him because he refused to upgrade to first class, and Joshua was the one who bought the tickets) started chattering about the case he had sent Claudia on, and his intention of going to check up on her after the funeral.

"Bad idea, Artie." Joshua shook his head. "She doesn't take that shit well."

"Oh, she'll be fine. I just want to see how she's doing."

"Bad idea theater. Honestly."

With another shake of his head, Joshua fell silent again and the rest of the flight was uneventful. At the airport, they met up with his boss and Jane. Artie wandered off to rent a car mumbling something about driving to Boston. After even more admonitions about how bad of an idea driving in Boston would be, the Regent trio shook their heads and drove off to the service.

Joshua was quiet during the entire thing, which seemed so out of place, all of the loud and emotional prayers, all of the gospel singing, and the tributes to the dead woman that made Jane roll her eyes and mutter things under her breath that Joshua never really caught.

Eventually, the service was over, and they proceeded to the cemetery. Everything was fine until the minister started talking about ashes and dust, and something caught in Joshua's throat. Closing his eyes, he quietly backed up and walked away from the group at the grave.

A moment to himself would be enough. He just needed a moment. Really.
damncompass: Computer generated Warehouse logo (Warehouse Logo)
To: headregent@warehouse.13; jane.lattimer@warehouse.13
BCC: claudiometer@gmail.com
From: joshua.donovan@warehouse.13

Subject: Why do we even have that lever?

Hey guys,

Just a random question: Why is there a lock on the debronze function but not the bronzing function? Wouldn't it be just as bad to 'accidentally' bronze someone and then not be able to get them back until you track someone down? (Someone who is not me, it would seem. I don't have access to the bronzer at all, even with my admin password.)

Can I request we put a lock on the bronzing function? If I can't destroy the thing with Mjolnir, can I at least get that? Please?


P.S. I'm back. Mostly.
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To: headregent@warehouse.13; jane.lattimer@warehouse.13; caretaker@warehouse.13
BCC: claudiopolis@gmail.com
From: joshua.donovan@warehouse.13

Subject: Case Reports

Hey everyone,

Steve's settling in pretty well, as well as Myka settling back in.

Personal problems, and by that I mean my ongoing friction with Artie are... on their way to working themselves out, and Helena's going to be back and much more relaxed by the weekend.

I've attached my report for the guitar case, as well as my comments on the guitar itself. I think either Pete or Steve are doing a report on the case in Denver. I haven't really looked into the Folio Artifact yet, that'll come later.

Also, I'm taking myself a bit off the grid for a few days, possibly a week. I've kinda had it after the past month. I'll still have phone/Farnsworth if you need me, though.

Just... try not to?


Attachments: Hendrixguitarreport.doc, hendrixguitar.pdf, firenozzle.pdf
damncompass: Eye of Horus Pin (Regentface)
Joshua pulled into Featherhead about an hour later than expected, running up the stairs, and into a room occupied by two other people.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. Got out of Minneapolis late, and everything spiralled from there."
damncompass: Computer generated Warehouse logo (Warehouse Logo)
To: headregent@warehouse.13; jane.lattimer@warehouse.13
From: joshua.donovan@warehouse.13
Subject: Agent Search, first failure.


So, Theodora was hella wrong. This guy's a misogynist asshat, frankly. I'm about to report him to the Border Patrol myself for offering sex instead of being arrested.

I did a bit of digging, and found out that most of the people he brings in are guys. Probably because he fucks the girls and lets them go. Not someone that we really want anywhere near the Warehouse. Helena and Claud would kick his ass, not to mention Myka when/if she returns.

I'm heading to Jersey with Claud and Pete tomorrow. We're doing a swap of something that might spew lightning. Hopefully someone calls the ATF.

Crossing my fingers,
damncompass: '...hey!' face (bitches be stealin' my antimatter!)
To: headregent@warehouse.13; jane.lattimer@warehouse.13; caretaker@warehouse.13
BCC: claudiopolis@gmail.com
From: joshua.donovan@warehouse.13

Subject: Case Report: Scappi's Cooking Pot

Hey everyone,

So, Claud says Agents write reports about cases, and I figured that since this one was my first field work (Explained in the report), I'd take this off her hands and do it myself.

Probably not best to send this one to Theodora (even though I really don't think she gives any of the shits about case reports.) but I think the four of us are the ones who read the case reports anyway. If I missed anyone, send it on. Then again, it is boring as all shit.

I've also attached my Artifact report on the pot, in case anyone cares.


Attachments: Scappi Pot Case Report.doc, Scappipot.pdf
damncompass: let's try to teleport! (brb (lol))
Travelling is hell, especially when you're half-moving anyway. Joshua had decided that he was going to take some books and the Artifact to the B&B, to just have a few less things things to take when he actually moved a week later.

Flights were late, Customs was eying Joshua's papers like they were in Greek, and the closer they got to South Dakota, the more unsettled Helena was. So, when they got to the airport finally, Joshua decided to fuck it, and get the flashiest car that the Hertz place rented: a red convertible something-or-other that suited Joshua's mood just fine. However, to his vast embarrassment, he'd almost forgotten how to drive in the fifteen years that he didn't actually need to. He was able to get the car in gear and going, with a minimum of offers to drive from his Victorian now-girlfriend.

Driving into the address that he'd been e-mailed a couple days ago (how they got his e-mail, he wasn't actually going to ask at this point), he parked (very poorly) and looked around, wondering where the shit everyone else parked, as the lot was mostly empty.
damncompass: frustrated face, text: "Holy mother of God!" (holy mother of god)
They've been snowed in for three days, and it's starting to get old.

It's not the company that he objects to, as much, Helena is one of the few people who can keep up with him, no matter what he's babbling on about, but it's just that he's beginning to wonder about the state of his food stores.

So as he gets up and goes to open his pantry, he comes to a realization.

"Helena? If we want to eat today, I think we're going to have to brave the rest of the snow. I'm almost out of anything that's not mac and cheese." He opens the fridge. "And I think my milk's gone off too." You'll have to excuse the boy. He wasn't really in the right state of mind last week.


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