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[the_array_team]

If it's important-like, leave a message. Otherwise hang up.

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

[speakveryclearly]

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?"

It all works perfectly!

[the_array_team]

[The faint sound of ceramic set on a metal desk. A pair of bleary eyes look up over the edge of a computer screen.]

Aint no need for mister.

[speakveryclearly]

"Okay, um, if you insist, sir." Dealing with human men is not exactly Kanaya's strong suit. Likewise the handshake she steps forward to offer him has a jerky, alien quality.

"I'm Kanaya Maryam, assistant in the Department of Initiative-Transport Relations. Director Goodman sent me."

[speakveryclearly]

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.

[the_array_team]

[Vennett shook his head. Nothing that couldn't wait. The larger missions had already been programmed in first thing that morning. He drifted over at her beckoning, leaning against the side of her desk as she brings up the spreadsheet.]

Las Vegas is fair t'popular too.

[But still, he got her point.] Y'lookin' for somethin' more involved to do?

[speakveryclearly]

[She shrugged.] I was wondering if alternatively you might want me to look into encouraging my peers to select repeat locations more often, but if you have other work I'd love to do it.

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

[speakveryclearly]

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.

[Audio]

[the_array_team]

[There were some times, especially early in that he'd wondered exactly how far the mutiny went. It was easy to slide down that paranoid rabbit hole and doubt everything and everyone. He didn't really mean to be as relieved at that unusually urgent tone from her.]

Alive an' kickin.' Don't rush on down, kid. I'm eyin' a shower an' some proper sleep before I get back on that pile.

[boughtabookstore]

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.

[Audio]

[the_array_team]

[The call back comes early the next day]

Aint got a problem. Just sos you know, I aint the end all an' be all of decision makin'.

[And they hadn't talked about it yet. Last night was for the creature comforts of soothing nerves and reestablishing normalcy. And some well deserved sleep.]

text@ 2am

[totallytrustworthy]

[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_array_team]

[Considering the unintended outcome of their early morning takeover, it's probably no surprise when a message comes back. Thankfully, Vennett seems to type more articulately than he speaks.]

Been crazier.

[Audio]

[angel_of_death]

[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.

[Audio]

[the_array_team]

[The answer isn't long after, minutes at most. In that sweet spot of the morning where most of the Transports are barely awake and most of his work is mostly done.]

Yeah? Shoot.

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

[speakveryclearly]

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?"

[the_array_team]

Vennett had been taking a break from the computer screen and was working on a set of blueprints, marking specific locations on the floorplans.

He looks up at the question, scratching at the side of his face. "Not a whole lot, personally. Whatcha thinkin' on?"

text, late on the 7th;

[alittlesweptup]

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

[the_array_team]

[As the message pops up on Vennett's screen, he reads it through once before waving over Lowell.]

Looks like he's got about t'same idea.

[speakveryclearly]

[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.]

[the_array_team]

[He takes a while, just turning it in his hands for a bit. It was such a cheesy, kitschy little thing.. it really shouldn't make him happy and a little homesick.]

Hey, kiddo. Take t'night off.

Text;

[totallytrustworthy]

happy christmas darling

Text

[the_array_team]

[It's not much, he types respectably well for someone well and soused, but every now and then there's an uncorrected key slip of someone who has decided the Christmas Spirit is rum.]

bacvk atcha

[Text]

[angel_of_death]

[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.

[Text]

[the_array_team]

Unless you are talking removing your own... network does it automatic like, hard coded in on 24 hour runs. After the Pad aint got no signal, it drops.

voice

[speakveryclearly]

Bennett, I have... a question.