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FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
Knew I had to be good for something. You busy?
Knew I had to be good for something. You busy?
FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
Just thought it might be good to catch up.
Just thought it might be good to catch up.
Edited 2015-05-06 18:24 (UTC)
FROM: captain.falcon@cdc.org
Yeah. Kid's out. Got some booze left.
Yeah. Kid's out. Got some booze left.
[If she hadn't been willing to make the time before, those last four words would've been the magic ones.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Give me 10
[And punctual - or good at estimation, same thing - as usual, it takes about just that for her to put away whatever it is that has her 'sort of' busy and make her way down across camp to the line of rovers and eventually to banging a balled fist on the hatch to 010.
For the record? She knows she looks like shit. The very nearly ever present Ajna flak jacket that seems to be a staple of her wardrobe (because it's raining ninety percent of the time and it's not like she bothered to pack in two) has a suspicious dark brown stain of washed out blood all over one arm, but screw it. It could be way worse.]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Give me 10
[And punctual - or good at estimation, same thing - as usual, it takes about just that for her to put away whatever it is that has her 'sort of' busy and make her way down across camp to the line of rovers and eventually to banging a balled fist on the hatch to 010.
For the record? She knows she looks like shit. The very nearly ever present Ajna flak jacket that seems to be a staple of her wardrobe (because it's raining ninety percent of the time and it's not like she bothered to pack in two) has a suspicious dark brown stain of washed out blood all over one arm, but screw it. It could be way worse.]
[If Falcon looks like shit--and rest assured, he probably does, it's difficult to tell, mostly because he still hasn't taken his goddamn helmet off, despite the fact that he's wearing, CDC-issue clothes for once. That might, however, be because it's the closest thing to civvies he has.
When she knocks, he slides the door open, but (much like their last meeting) he doesn't greet her or welcome her in. That kind of formality is unnecessary, apparently. If she wants to come in, she'll come in.]
You look like hell.
[He punctuates that with the sound of a vodka bottle hitting the table.]
When she knocks, he slides the door open, but (much like their last meeting) he doesn't greet her or welcome her in. That kind of formality is unnecessary, apparently. If she wants to come in, she'll come in.]
You look like hell.
[He punctuates that with the sound of a vodka bottle hitting the table.]
Thanks, I try.
[And Shepard catches the edge of the hatch, hauling herself up through it without any fanfare and sliding it shut behind her. She pauses for a full beat to give him a once over.]
Anyone ever tell you you look weird without all the gear?
[Like maybe if she held her hand up and blocked out the helmet, he'd almost look like a normal person. Stupidly tall and broad, maybe, but a lot less of a parody than usual. --Not that she's lingering on that as she moves to sit at the table, unzipping one of her jacket pockets. She produces a deck of cards from it and squares it once against the edge of the table.]
Fun trip?
[And Shepard catches the edge of the hatch, hauling herself up through it without any fanfare and sliding it shut behind her. She pauses for a full beat to give him a once over.]
Anyone ever tell you you look weird without all the gear?
[Like maybe if she held her hand up and blocked out the helmet, he'd almost look like a normal person. Stupidly tall and broad, maybe, but a lot less of a parody than usual. --Not that she's lingering on that as she moves to sit at the table, unzipping one of her jacket pockets. She produces a deck of cards from it and squares it once against the edge of the table.]
Fun trip?
Not really.
[But that's by virtue of nobody really seeing him without it. Here, roughing it as they are (glorified campers aside), Falcon can't exactly justify wearing a flight suit all the time. His eyes follow her hand into her pocket and then to the cards on the table.
Poker it is.]
Fine. Went better for me than for others.
[That much is obvious, given the names on the list. He still isn't sure what to think of his apparent passing, not when more than half his own team failed.]
[But that's by virtue of nobody really seeing him without it. Here, roughing it as they are (glorified campers aside), Falcon can't exactly justify wearing a flight suit all the time. His eyes follow her hand into her pocket and then to the cards on the table.
Poker it is.]
Fine. Went better for me than for others.
[That much is obvious, given the names on the list. He still isn't sure what to think of his apparent passing, not when more than half his own team failed.]
Yeah, I got that feeling.
[Or the memo - literally. Whatever. She's obviously been gag ordered for whatever actually went down (the drawbacks of Grey) if Garrus's cagey attitude had been enough to go by, but it's not like reading between the lines is super difficult. Like coming back to camp and finding half the rovers and a significant chunk of the crew missing, pinging IDs and knowing half of them were blocked. It's not rocket science and Dagger's notice had been even easier to follow. What wasn't was what exactly had triggered the blow back. An order from upper brass, apparently, but from what she could tell that was the most sensible thing about the disciplinary action.
She breaks the deck, shuffles with a no-nonsense effectiveness.]
Have you heard of anyone who knows what they did wrong?
[Or the memo - literally. Whatever. She's obviously been gag ordered for whatever actually went down (the drawbacks of Grey) if Garrus's cagey attitude had been enough to go by, but it's not like reading between the lines is super difficult. Like coming back to camp and finding half the rovers and a significant chunk of the crew missing, pinging IDs and knowing half of them were blocked. It's not rocket science and Dagger's notice had been even easier to follow. What wasn't was what exactly had triggered the blow back. An order from upper brass, apparently, but from what she could tell that was the most sensible thing about the disciplinary action.
She breaks the deck, shuffles with a no-nonsense effectiveness.]
Have you heard of anyone who knows what they did wrong?
[He pours glasses, pushing one across the table towards her. Falcon knows he's skirting around a gag order, but there's no point in pretending there wasn't a mission. That much is painfully obvious.]
I can make a few guesses.
[Jasper and Zuko, both on the list, were the ones who started fires. He can only, however, make assumptions about his own team, and with radio silence from all the instructors (as usual), he's got no idea what the hell happened with everyone else.]
But I don't think anyone should hold their breath for feedback.
[He knows that their rovers are probably monitored, that they're more than likely being spied on through their cuffs, but he'll never apologize for stating the obvious, even if it means casually implying the whole thing was a) stupid and b) a waste of time.]
I can make a few guesses.
[Jasper and Zuko, both on the list, were the ones who started fires. He can only, however, make assumptions about his own team, and with radio silence from all the instructors (as usual), he's got no idea what the hell happened with everyone else.]
But I don't think anyone should hold their breath for feedback.
[He knows that their rovers are probably monitored, that they're more than likely being spied on through their cuffs, but he'll never apologize for stating the obvious, even if it means casually implying the whole thing was a) stupid and b) a waste of time.]
[She makes a low noise as she cuts the cards, shuffles again. Is he surprised? Doesn't really sound it if he is. The cards him between her fingers, gentle thip-thip-thip. She squares them a last time before she deals, easy flick of the wrist, and then sets the deck at her elbow before fetching up the glass he's poured for her.]
Word is the order came down from over the officer's heads.
[But, what Rogers had said aside, she doesn't really think that excuses the mismanagement. She quirks an eyebrow, brings the glass up and takes a sip before turning her cards up to take a look.
It's about as satisfying as everything else.]
Word is the order came down from over the officer's heads.
[But, what Rogers had said aside, she doesn't really think that excuses the mismanagement. She quirks an eyebrow, brings the glass up and takes a sip before turning her cards up to take a look.
It's about as satisfying as everything else.]
[Falcon pulls his hand to his side of the table, fixing her with a look that says he kind of doubts that. He'd been willing to play nice with the instructors, feign respect to get ahead, but he finds the unceremonious months-long disappearance of Warriorhead and Armada nothing short of incompetent.
Those who don't know any better, however, will continue to shower them with undeserved deference, simply because the instructors have been at this so long that they know exactly what to say to make people think they care, to get the results they want. And most of the recruits will eat it up, partially because they believe it, but mostly because there's no other choice.
Maybe, as of the previous day's happenings, something will snap. All the recruits under the impression that any of the instructors cared about any of them at all has been shattered, and rightfully so, but given the amount of naïveté on this crew, Falcon anticipates more confusion and sadness than an altogether more productive emotion, like anger. He wishes he could say he's surprised, but he holds no such illusions.
He looks at his cards.]
You don't really think that.
Those who don't know any better, however, will continue to shower them with undeserved deference, simply because the instructors have been at this so long that they know exactly what to say to make people think they care, to get the results they want. And most of the recruits will eat it up, partially because they believe it, but mostly because there's no other choice.
Maybe, as of the previous day's happenings, something will snap. All the recruits under the impression that any of the instructors cared about any of them at all has been shattered, and rightfully so, but given the amount of naïveté on this crew, Falcon anticipates more confusion and sadness than an altogether more productive emotion, like anger. He wishes he could say he's surprised, but he holds no such illusions.
He looks at his cards.]
You don't really think that.
Edited 2015-05-08 05:09 (UTC)
[Yes and no. Sure, she can buy that the poor performance assessment came on high, but to her mind the disciplinary action isn't really the problem. The CDC has a proven track record for the excessively violent when it comes to making sure company expectations are met. Next to poorl timed parties, its practically their signature thing. Whether the order for it comes from the Neheda's officers or down from on high doesn't really make a difference to the people getting the licking. The problem is that it makes command look incoherent at best, out of control at worst. To her mind, that second one sounds like a death knell.]
Does it matter? Morale's tanked either way.
[How long until someone got a wild hair up their ass about trying to use that lack of stability and ended up getting them all smeared across the black of space by HQ for it? She doesn't give a crap about the Instructors, but the lack of competency puts her at risk never mind the rest of the crew. That? She doesn't appreciate.
She plucks two cards from her hand and tosses them. There's nothing to bet and it's more to keep her hands occupied between sips from her glass. Might as well just play rounds to see who has the better hand.]
Does it matter? Morale's tanked either way.
[How long until someone got a wild hair up their ass about trying to use that lack of stability and ended up getting them all smeared across the black of space by HQ for it? She doesn't give a crap about the Instructors, but the lack of competency puts her at risk never mind the rest of the crew. That? She doesn't appreciate.
She plucks two cards from her hand and tosses them. There's nothing to bet and it's more to keep her hands occupied between sips from her glass. Might as well just play rounds to see who has the better hand.]
[He shrugs.]
It might.
[It probably matters to all the people who are pro-Neheda anti-CDC, as if there's some sort of difference. They're Kool-Aid drinkers either way, as far as Falcon is concerned.
What he does know is that punishing with no explanation is perhaps the worst way to get results. Sure, it instills fear, sets an example, and keeps people in line, but when you don't tell people what they did wrong (or even what they did right), it's only going to shut everyone down.]
Might be what they want.
[The CDC has never shown itself to be concerned with the well-being of its recruits. He supposes it's not out of the realm of possibility that the instructors just want to be rid of them.
He sets two of his cards down in turn, pushing them towards her, but it's clear he's not exactly interested in the game.]
It might.
[It probably matters to all the people who are pro-Neheda anti-CDC, as if there's some sort of difference. They're Kool-Aid drinkers either way, as far as Falcon is concerned.
What he does know is that punishing with no explanation is perhaps the worst way to get results. Sure, it instills fear, sets an example, and keeps people in line, but when you don't tell people what they did wrong (or even what they did right), it's only going to shut everyone down.]
Might be what they want.
[The CDC has never shown itself to be concerned with the well-being of its recruits. He supposes it's not out of the realm of possibility that the instructors just want to be rid of them.
He sets two of his cards down in turn, pushing them towards her, but it's clear he's not exactly interested in the game.]
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
I need an update from D110 onwards Shepard :)
[ ...she thinks she's being cute........ ]
I need an update from D110 onwards Shepard :)
[ ...she thinks she's being cute........ ]
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Sure let me just check my notes
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Looks like: holes in the sky/ground/whatever and a bunch of crap (sometimes literally) falling out
Nothing
Nothing
Something I'm not allowed to know about
Some followup BS because putting half your crew in medical is a great plan
Nothing
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Please tell me you know people not on Grey who can actually do this. I'm going to be sad for you if you don't
Sure let me just check my notes
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Looks like: holes in the sky/ground/whatever and a bunch of crap (sometimes literally) falling out
Nothing
Nothing
Something I'm not allowed to know about
Some followup BS because putting half your crew in medical is a great plan
Nothing
FROM: shepard.lydia@cdc.org
Please tell me you know people not on Grey who can actually do this. I'm going to be sad for you if you don't
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
Are you upset that they're excluding?
Are you upset that they're excluding?
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
How pragmatic.
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
Then has grey just been twiddling their tumbs?
How pragmatic.
FROM: morir.carla@cdc.org
Then has grey just been twiddling their tumbs?
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
Yeah. They could've barred medical from helping out, it would've been a lot worse.
[with that many names on a list, well.]
[but,]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
There's another thing I had to ask you though, about training camp.
Yeah. They could've barred medical from helping out, it would've been a lot worse.
[with that many names on a list, well.]
[but,]
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
There's another thing I had to ask you though, about training camp.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
I know you and Aeryn were close.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Can I take that to mean you're keeping an eye on her boy?
I know you and Aeryn were close.
FROM: tess@cdc.org
Can I take that to mean you're keeping an eye on her boy?
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