064

[truth_is_cold]

[Public | Audio]

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.

Comments

[surrenders]

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.]

[private]

Something up?

[impure_tale]

Truly?

[Spam]

[hunt4commonwealth]

[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.

[ Spam ]

[warisart]

[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.

[sharpsuitfluffytail]

Something wrong, Rhade?

[O hai, guess what pup is concerned for you?]

Audio

[likeamonster]

Count me in, sir.

[keepsthemsafe]

...What the hell do I make of this. "Oh this is a safe place" "Let's run some military drills."

Private

[breakingmyheart]

[Well that ended abruptly.]

Are you alright?

[You've been concerned for her even though she's not sure how to feel about it, so.......returning the favour?]

[psychic_hotline]

Christ, I haven't run drills since the Academy. Count me in. Rhade, right?

[private/audio]

[routemistress]

Oooh? What can I do you for, lovey?