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On the afternoon of October 30th, a teenage girl drifts into the transport room. She has a tight comportment, from the thinly rolled tablet tucked under her arm to the entirely buttoned cardigan over her dress.

"Mr. Vennet?" He might well recognize her crisp, polite voice, not to mention her glowing skin, from the Transporter pad calibration. "Are you here?"

Vennett? Are you in the middle of anything particularly pressing?

[She's gotten up and is gesturing him over to her terminal, since she doesn't have printout permission.]

So you have assigned me two main tasks. Type one being repeat mission identification, type two being drop point creation. The results for the latter type have been decent, but my progress on the former...

[She brings up a spreadsheet in Exsiliumcel... a long one, containing many recent missions. After a few clicks it's sorted by country, then city - and there's a frequency column with "1" as the value in almost every row.]

The problem is that the transports keep choosing different locations... whether out of personal desire and familiarity, the nature of the supplies in question, or the rare case that they're actually changing discrete historical events. I've gotten some progress on techniques for New York City, but that's one of the only sufficiently popular locations.

Vennett!! Are you alive? I am not entirely sure what's going on anymore, but if this is all over that sounds very promising for you not being dead without constituting a guarantee? I'll be in to help handle the return rush as soon as I can but I wanted to know in advance whether you'd still be breathing when I got there.

Hello, Mr. Vennett. I'm Roslyn Small with the police force. I'd like to speak to you about recent events if that would be possible and specifically the consequences for the mutineers.

[Probably a dick thing to do, tossing out a message to the person you'd held hostage for the better part of a week, but hey, she's stuck in a room trying her damnedest not to give in and take the quickest path (because she's got more than one at this point) right out the bloody front door.

She feels she's allowed to be a bit of a dick.]

busy?

[The message comes in around ten in the morning-- or what passes for morning in their present location. Lunar days are quite different from Earth days, after all.]

This is Walter Dornez. I have a few questions for you when you have the time. I've been getting mixed messages in regards to how I ended up here and would like to get my information straight.

Contact me at your earliest convenience.

In the afternoon on December 5th, 3313, there was a lull between batches of temporal programming work that led Kanaya to ask a question that had come up incidentally in a recent network debate.

"Vennett, I've actually been wondering..." She hesitates a moment, as typical on Earth for a grave topic. "What do you know about the Royal Family?"

I'd send this to both of you but don't even pretend like you're not in the same room right now, so consider this a message for Lowell as well

The pair of you (+Small, technically but whatever) gets to say what we do and don't do and I know you've probably more than a few ideas about what needs to get sorted, so consider this a diplomatic suggestion more than anything else. As much as I hate to say it, it seems to me like we're in a position where supply runs might actually be legitimately important if people are to survive down on the planet for long. I'm thinking survival gear, some generators to run some heating units, some heavy winter clothing for anyone who doesn't have their own kit already. Gasoline, medical supplies to beef up those first aid kits people've probably run through already, etc. I can draw up a list if you'd like

We won't be down planet side until tomorrow, but if we put our noses to it that should give everyone enough time to get things sorted I'd think? Though I can't claim to know how long it takes to make that equipment do what you'd like it to do, so that may be an unfair estimation on my part

[Of course she comes in to work the night of Christmas Eve.

I wonder where the World's Greatest Programmer mug on his desk came from.]

happy christmas darling

[The message comes in shortly after he's done responding to the replies to his post on the network.]

What are the criteria for removing someone's name from the network register.

Bennett, I have... a question.

action; "the perfect girl for the job"; let me know if there"s anything you need edited!

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spaaaaaaaaam but apparently the mutiny is over so have a voice inbox at like 7am

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THIS CAME UP IN A THREAD SO I AM TOSSING UP ACTIONSPAM IN THE MIDST OF FINALS WEEK...

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