Author note: Sections still remaining are Likes & Dislikes, Sex & Intimacy, Drugs & Alcohol, Morality, Post-Supernatural Awareness and Miscellaneous.

And yes, the Sex & Intimacy one is as interesting as you might think. *grins at her two lads*

Occupational Questions

1. Do you have a job? What is it? Do you like it? If no job, where does your money come from?

"That all under one question? I counted four there."

"Need me to repeat them?"

"Shush, I'm thinking."

"I'll send warning to all neighbouring countries, then."

Jonathan reached behind him for a cushion and threw it at Jacobyte. Jacobyte caught it and sat on it. Jonathan huffed.

"I do have a job," he said after a little while. "It's called being a Time Agent, and I'm not sure where liking comes into the arrangement. Currently, however, I think... Jacobyte, can we class this as 'on leave'?"

"Think of the back pay," said Jacobyte, eyes turning a wee bit glassy.

Jonathan chuckled and shook his head.

2. What is your boss or employer like? (Or publisher, or agent, or whatever.)

"Management or Major Tulsen, do you reckon?"

"Go with both." Jacobyte tossed the pencil from hand to hand. "Not like we haven't got the time for it."

A dry chuckle. Jonathan tipped his head back and eyed the ceiling dubiously. "You could say my employer is the Time Agency... and they're a load of twisted fuck-ups following orders because it's either that or get your brain wiped."

"Touché."

"Oh, you approve?"

"It has a certain ring to it. Much better advertising than "Mistakes in your past? Worries for your future? Don't panic; the Academy awaits!", don't you think?"

"It has been proved on several occasions that I do not, in fact, think," said Jonathan, "and should continue not to do so lest the entirety of existence crash down upon us."

"Y'mean it hasn't already?"

Jonathan conceded that with a nod. And a chuckle. He stretched.

"Tulsen?"

"Major Tulsen is the most pot bellied man to ever hold office with a manila file and marker pen."

Jonathan paused while Jacobyte scribbled this down. Straightened to peer at the sheet.

"You spelt manila wrong."

Jacobyte flipped him off and moved onto the next question.

3. What are your co-workers like? Do you get along with them? Any in particular? Which ones don't you get along with?

Jonathan laughed for five minutes straight. Wiped tears from his eyes when he was done. "Oh, that is gold..."

Jacobyte propped his chin in his hand and flicked his eyes from Jonathan to the sheet and back again.

"What are my co-workers like?" said Jonathan, mimicking the way Jacobyte had read the question. "Do I get along with them?" He levelled a stare at Jacobyte and said, in a voice that Jacobyte trusted in no particular way, "Let me see..."

"You know what? I think we should move on."

4. What is something you had to learn that you hated?

Jonathan gave the ceiling another dubious stare.

"How about 'life sucks'?" Jacobyte softly suggested.

"Works for me," said Jonathan, glancing down with a wry grin. "Only add a 'no one cares' to that."

Jacobyte raised a challenging eyebrow. "I care."

Jonathan sent a half smile his way. "Yeah, but you don't count."

"No?"

"Nope. Clearly you and your glittering smile are part of some horrifically twisted hallucination caused from being cooped up so long."

"Ah," said Jacobyte. "I see."

"So glad you understand," Jonathan said, saccharine oozing from his tone.

5. Do you tend to save or spend your money? Why?

"Is there any way to make that question apply to our situation?"

"Not that I can see."

"Pity."

"Onwards, Lieutenant?"

"It would be my pleasure, dear Captain."