truth_is_cold

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I have several requests. For one, the lunch shift is no longer covered by a warden supervisor and we will require a volunteer. For another, I used to run drills aboard my ship. I know there are a few soldiers or former military here and convenient obstacle courses on which to train. If there are willing participants, I would like to start running some weekly drills again. [He may have other intentions that he wants to use this for as well.] I would like to give the training simulator some real use.

[And another thought.] I- [And he's thinking of requesting company again for that night. The network erroring made him feel a little out of sorts in a very lonely Nietzschean way. He decides ultimately not to, however.] -I suppose that will be it.

[Private to Iris | Audio]

[Since she's suitably matriarch-like and doesn't seem to be lacking in experience, he has a question for her.] May I ask you something? Depending on your number of courtiers in the past I thought you may have some reasonable advice.

OOC: You can respond or assume that he has his room door open to spam again.

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Could pick that shift up, if you don't have anybody. Paid enough attention when I was doing it. [Being in charge for real makes her a little nervous, but she needs to keep doing, have excuses so Ladd has to go to the kid, not her.]

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Something up?

Truly?

[Dylan knocks on the door frame, more to announce his presence than to request an invitation in, since he's already leaning through the door with one hand hanging onto the lintel.]

Hey, kitten. [You're never going to live that down, Rhade.]

Maybe we should test that training simulator out, see what it can do before you start putting poor, unsuspecting souls through your bootcamp.

[Ben has been quiet since the communicator malfunctions; difficult to say whether or not he noticed his clone around the network, if anything came of the conversation with the girl on the phone. If he even answered her.

Yes, sir. No, sir. Today I feel alright. Dinner service made me feel useful. Tonight I learned a new chess strategy. No, sir. Yes, sir. He stays mostly out of the way, five minutes early to every deadline and never any backtalk.

Today, he shows up at Rhade's door with decided purpose, drawing up short to a correct, precise attention stance just to one side of the doorway, eyes unfocused into the middle distance as is exactly proper.]

Sir. Permission to enter.

That would be extremely helpful.

[private]

No. I was just [feeling lonely] wanting sex. It will pass. How have you been?

Hm? [He forgets that the Marquis has a smut sense.]

That was all?

[The wet irritated cat look he gives Dylan is not a fantastic argument against the use of that nickname.]

I have tried it, pup. [Eyebrow.] Do you think you could keep up with me? [He swivels in his chair.]

[He almost has a reaction because the last time he saw Ben's face it was on Alec flirting with him, but considering he'd encountered Telemachus he adjusts quickly.]

Come in. [He puts down the book he's reading and stands up.]

[Whether he's deflecting or telling the whole truth she couldn't tell you for sure, but has a guess.]

So nothing I can help with.

[let's be real she probably would if Ladd wasn't in the picture but let's not even go near that]

Amanda call you up? [She's actually pretty good today.]

[He grins at the look on Rhade's face. That communicator malfunction was *glorious* for giving him new ways to tease him.]

Any time, kitten. Any time.

I would rather not send Ladd on a murderous rampage, no.

I did notice. She looked as though she was doing well. [He's very proud.]

[Oh Dylan is still calling him kitten. This calls for him standing up out of his chair.] What about right now? [He squares his shoulders and tilts his head, challenging in posture as much as voice.]

Yes.

Mostly.

[He clears his throat.]

I have some agitation to work off. It will pass.

I'd been worried. But she was happy, so... [That's one less worry she has.]

You never know if some people are going to make it if they leave, if they're too used to this place.

[He shrugs casually, confidently.]

I'm up for it if you are.

[He saw the exchange, but he's still not certain what to make of more than half the things he's learned in just the past couple weeks; about himself, about how Rhade really doesn't think he's a lost cause, how Max thinks he can turn it around.

In its way, it's a lot of pressure - he tries to be good. He's certain that he's broken. Ben enters as bidden, three even steps with none of his usual visual trace of the room; he doesn't smile.]

Am I intended to report for the training sessions, sir?

Yes, it's concerning. Normally when people return I have to assume their lives have taken a turn for the unimaginably worse.

No offense.

[He certainly wouldn't have if circumstances had been different.]

[Rhade is so thrown by being called "kitten" he has completely forgotten sparring off with Dylan might end up being a terrible idea.] And here I was thinking I was going to have to ask Senji for a go.

[He went there.

He heads out the door, taking his remote with him so he can close and lock it behind him.]

[That expression is more familiar.]

Yes.

[Flatly.]

Until you choose otherwise, of course. I'm very strict as a drill instructor- far more so than I am in the kitchens. I want to make you aware of that beforehand.

I had to come back.

She doesn't have to, though. And you didn't. [Not as far as she knows, at least.]

I did. But not out of desperation.

[As flatly - the abrupt flash of irritation over consistently being underestimated is something Ben was neither expecting nor decided, but he keeps it to himself in any case.]

You've seen the file, sir. Manticore was, as they say, no walk in the park.

No, it wasn't. But once we've started, if you want to opt out of this, you can. You didn't have that option at Manticore. [He rubs the back of his neck.]

Did you see my conversation with the other X5. ...The relevant parts.

[Don't call him kitten, Ben. That would just be the strangest.]

Edited (same icon used too close to last time.) 2012-11-13 05:38 (UTC)

... did you have someone here? Or something you couldn't get any other way.

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