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[sociallychallenged]

1) Securing the Premesis - OTA

When he catches sight of a couple of familiar faces, ones he knows not from their little dormitory building but rather from a secret performance affair, Hank immediately has a wave of awkward paranoia. He occasionally checks under tables, around plants for disturbed soil, under the depictions of death.

He's spending a great deal of time looking for bombs or devices that aren't there, just so he's sure that things won't go further downhill for everyone. They're all going to be under a scrutinizing glare now. He doesn't want them to come searching for them with any more determination than they already have.

There's nothing to find, but for right now it's something that can hold his attention, and he wanders around commencing operation "discreetly check the back rooms".

2) Please Rescue Him - OTA

And when there is nothing there, there's just a fuckin' creepy-ass set-up of death imagery. You couldn't convince him that the Head doesn't at least have some sort of fucked-up sense of humor. He wonders how often he does this shit. Haha. Fucking look at the images of death. I'm gonna fuckin' kill you. Fuckin' bullshit.

Hank's a little grouchy. He's realized at this point that he's doomed to spending the evening alone, and that's making the bad, hateful parts of his personality scrape at the surface again. Because he bothered to fuckin' get dressed the fuck up and now he gets to play wallflower like a stupid-looking asshole. God, he even fucking did his hair. How fucking long has it been since he spent more than two fucking minutes making his hair look like a reasonable human being? He even managed to pull off that Rooster Cogburn era Jeff Bridges look.

But nope. He gets to stand here and look like a fuckin' prettied the fuck up horse's ass, fielding the occasional department pleasantry with a tight smile and occasionally a tight fist. At least he's pulling off 'stoic' in a dark blue dress uniform with gold-braided trim and a metallic mask.

He snags a drink off a bar station, listening to someone tell him all about 'these kids today' if Hank didn't already live through being the butt of that and will agree with him, searching for an escape. All he has to do is hang in there long enough for it to feel natural and then he'll leave.