Metis? That's just how they speak. [ a blip of fondness. ] Wouldn't be surprised if they had everything memorized, though, so it comes off a little like a script. Amalthea, too.
Europa is the one that usually treats the spiels like an actual script, since it's usually pulled out like teeth, and you'll be lucky to get Callisto to say more than two sentences at once about most anything.
[ there's a faint and distant blip of annoyance. lmao. ]
Yes, well. I'll be keeping my questioning endeavors far from the script-worthy. I don't particularly need to be pandered to. [ they were probably just trying to be nice, temenos. this is irrelevant to him
still, this is at least useful info to have, so he makes a mental note. ] Quite the crew you have.
[ a tilt of their head at the annoyance, regarding him. there's no change to the calm, idle curiosity that they seem to just have as background noise, though. ]
I wouldn't say it's pandering, but I'm not here to give you some uplifting speech about how they just want to be friendly or useful. I think I'd have to go to the medbay for hives.
[ anyways, ]
They're alright to have around. Spend enough time with people, you learn how to work and live together, especially when it's just you and them for a month.
[ just this right side of friendly and bitchy: not a metis, thebe, or ganymede, but also not callisto. ]
I actually signed up to specialize in the intelligence department, so I shadowed the then-chief intelligence officer for a while with the crew under them. A lot of team building exercises that first week. We did capture the flag, once, which to me was less about team building and more about winning. [ it was a friendly competition meant to be done with teams, and adrastea took that personally. ] A lot of reading about space and technology on my own time, though. We don't have space travel or this sort of tech on my homeworld.
okay this is a lot of helpful information, actually. he listens, thoughtful, nodding along. team building exercises, competition... not really his style either way, but whatever, it's not like he has any other option.
temenos hums to himself, and putting a finger to his chin, as if he is thinking very hard about this. (he is not) ]
Hmm. You know, it would be awfully nice to be able to actually read up on space and technology. [ If Only He Had It ]
I can probably get you the material I compiled during my training, if I can find where I saved it. Ganymede can go off on tangents if you ask them to explain space, and Metis is fine to listen to, but I have a feeling you'd rather have the material in your own hands to review on your own.
[ like recognizing like, more than anything else. the glow in their helmet does narrow slightly as something more thoughtful crosses their emotions, vague and a little formless, like hearing something from another room. ]
You might enjoy when our library is accessible again. I'll have to see what the ETA is for that, but it has an extensive collection from across the universe. Mostly digital, but it can be printed out. A handful of actual books by comparison.
[ there's a soft emotional flicker of approval, like, yes. that's correct, i would. ]
I rarely trust any information, particularly if I don't come across it with my own eyes.
[ doubt, what i do, etc.
but, oh! there's a ping of ! interest, followed immediately by the sort of emotional equivalent of an eyeroll, like of Course the only thing that might be useful to him is inaccessible. ]
A library. Yes, that would do nicely - but if I need to submit a formal request for the materials in the meantime, then I'd like to do so, as well. [ nerd. ] Thank you.
Though, if they're your materials, you are asking me to trust your capabilities...? [ teasing ]
[ a flicker of distant amusement comes in at his :nyeh:, but they don't comment and instead the amusemeent deepens at his teasing. their head tilts, the glow in their visor narrowing in a different way - like the crinkling of someone's eyes when they smile just right. ]
Our jobs require us to gather the right kind of information, don't they, inquisitor? I've spent a long time perfecting my techniques, but you'll just have to judge the material for yourself.
[ maybe someone else would get offended, but adrastea seems to prefer this and understands what it is. they pull up their I.R.I.S. notes, making one regarding finding the information docket they've compiled for temenos. ]
there's a twinkle of amusement to his tone and emotions, though he is hardly joking. temenos waits patiently for this, watching them interact with the iris with a muted curiosity. ]
I am quite curious as to how much you know about my job already, to be honest. Our little profiles, of course, did have to come from somewhere. Are you speaking from knowledge, inference, or somewhere in between?
Inference, more than anything else. My job is to read between the lines, and it always has been, because that's where the juiciest information tends to hide when it's not in the shadows.
[ they swipe the screen away, pulling up their data log to just make sure that things are running smoothly in the time since they started talking to one another. while they're pretty relaxed, adrastea doesn't forget their work, scrolling the log, tapping something, and then closing out completely. ]
What we received in your dockets were the profiles and your contracts. We don't even have medical records for any of you, which has earned Io's ire.
[ boy don't he know it. frankly he prefers it that way - he'd rather have someone here who infers as opposed to them just being fed information? someone here's got a brain cell. and it tells him a little about adrastea, too, which is ideal. information in the shadows, indeed.
for now he just watches them with the data pad because like. man. out of his pay grade. ]
Aha. I am surprised we've not been submitted to medical examinations by the good doctor. [ a soft chuckle, there - something he's not unused to, apparently. ] Your company is not particularly thorough in some ways, and entirely too much in others.
People either dont want you to see it, or they can't say it outright. It's more telling.
[ they tilt their head again as they look... ( checks math ) a little bit down at him. they're nearly the same height though. whatever thoughts are obscured in their helmet, the emotions are quietly approving, faint interest, everpresent amusement now.
it's funny you say it's out of his pay grade because they're getting paid so much money that even partitio would be like :tails:. ]
You probably will be, just to make up for the lack of information, but it's not like we can force you to do anything. Better safe than sorry to know your health, in the long run. But up to you all. [ a shrug ] Mm, it's never been this bad before. I'll be interested to know why things have panned out this way.
throws snow off a cliff. anyway. are they the same height in general or does adrastea wear heels. thank you for answering this important question.
their emotions kind of match! faint interest, light amusement, but it's tied into curiosity, and a nigh constant feeling of Doubt, because that's just who he is as a person. ]
So you say. [ about being forced, at least - there's definitely Doubt to that, considering their entire situation. ] But, yes. I concur. Do you know how long this company has been around? Perhaps a change in management that finds kidnapping to be a good business model...?
[ i will neither confirm nor deny anything save that i am indeed a rat
anyways, adrastea wears combat heels, but without them they would still be a little taller than temenos. not by a lot, just a few inches.
sometimes you just stand in a hallway of the void and resonate on the same emotional wavelength. the amusement blips a little higher again, before resettling into the muted tone again. ]
So I do. Whether I'm proven right or not will depend on what happens. [ adrastea is at least savvy enough to know this isn't concrete in the situation. but they nod slightly. ]
██ years. [ the blocks are real numbers don't think too hard about it they're not actually censored. ] We've never met the president or anything of the company, so gods know who they are as a person or an entity, but who knows. Maybe recent years have given them a taste for fresh recruits.
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Europa is the one that usually treats the spiels like an actual script, since it's usually pulled out like teeth, and you'll be lucky to get Callisto to say more than two sentences at once about most anything.
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Yes, well. I'll be keeping my questioning endeavors far from the script-worthy. I don't particularly need to be pandered to. [ they were probably just trying to be nice, temenos. this is irrelevant to him
still, this is at least useful info to have, so he makes a mental note. ] Quite the crew you have.
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I wouldn't say it's pandering, but I'm not here to give you some uplifting speech about how they just want to be friendly or useful. I think I'd have to go to the medbay for hives.
[ anyways, ]
They're alright to have around. Spend enough time with people, you learn how to work and live together, especially when it's just you and them for a month.
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that comment gets a chuckle out of him though. thanks adrastea you're already his favorite. ] Well, thank the gods for that.
So... just you and them, hm? What was the process of joining up with this like? Once you arrived, that is.
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I actually signed up to specialize in the intelligence department, so I shadowed the then-chief intelligence officer for a while with the crew under them. A lot of team building exercises that first week. We did capture the flag, once, which to me was less about team building and more about winning. [ it was a friendly competition meant to be done with teams, and adrastea took that personally. ] A lot of reading about space and technology on my own time, though. We don't have space travel or this sort of tech on my homeworld.
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okay this is a lot of helpful information, actually. he listens, thoughtful, nodding along. team building exercises, competition... not really his style either way, but whatever, it's not like he has any other option.
temenos hums to himself, and putting a finger to his chin, as if he is thinking very hard about this. (he is not) ]
Hmm. You know, it would be awfully nice to be able to actually read up on space and technology. [ If Only He Had It ]
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[ like recognizing like, more than anything else. the glow in their helmet does narrow slightly as something more thoughtful crosses their emotions, vague and a little formless, like hearing something from another room. ]
You might enjoy when our library is accessible again. I'll have to see what the ETA is for that, but it has an extensive collection from across the universe. Mostly digital, but it can be printed out. A handful of actual books by comparison.
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I rarely trust any information, particularly if I don't come across it with my own eyes.
[ doubt, what i do, etc.
but, oh! there's a ping of ! interest, followed immediately by the sort of emotional equivalent of an eyeroll, like of Course the only thing that might be useful to him is inaccessible. ]
A library. Yes, that would do nicely - but if I need to submit a formal request for the materials in the meantime, then I'd like to do so, as well. [ nerd. ] Thank you.
Though, if they're your materials, you are asking me to trust your capabilities...? [ teasing ]
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[ a flicker of distant amusement comes in at his :nyeh:, but they don't comment and instead the amusemeent deepens at his teasing. their head tilts, the glow in their visor narrowing in a different way - like the crinkling of someone's eyes when they smile just right. ]
Our jobs require us to gather the right kind of information, don't they, inquisitor? I've spent a long time perfecting my techniques, but you'll just have to judge the material for yourself.
[ maybe someone else would get offended, but adrastea seems to prefer this and understands what it is. they pull up their I.R.I.S. notes, making one regarding finding the information docket they've compiled for temenos. ]
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[ judgement is my lp skill its what im good at
there's a twinkle of amusement to his tone and emotions, though he is hardly joking. temenos waits patiently for this, watching them interact with the iris with a muted curiosity. ]
I am quite curious as to how much you know about my job already, to be honest. Our little profiles, of course, did have to come from somewhere. Are you speaking from knowledge, inference, or somewhere in between?
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[ they swipe the screen away, pulling up their data log to just make sure that things are running smoothly in the time since they started talking to one another. while they're pretty relaxed, adrastea doesn't forget their work, scrolling the log, tapping something, and then closing out completely. ]
What we received in your dockets were the profiles and your contracts. We don't even have medical records for any of you, which has earned Io's ire.
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[ boy don't he know it. frankly he prefers it that way - he'd rather have someone here who infers as opposed to them just being fed information? someone here's got a brain cell. and it tells him a little about adrastea, too, which is ideal. information in the shadows, indeed.
for now he just watches them with the data pad because like. man. out of his pay grade. ]
Aha. I am surprised we've not been submitted to medical examinations by the good doctor. [ a soft chuckle, there - something he's not unused to, apparently. ] Your company is not particularly thorough in some ways, and entirely too much in others.
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[ they tilt their head again as they look... ( checks math ) a little bit down at him. they're nearly the same height though. whatever thoughts are obscured in their helmet, the emotions are quietly approving, faint interest, everpresent amusement now.
it's funny you say it's out of his pay grade because they're getting paid so much money that even partitio would be like :tails:. ]
You probably will be, just to make up for the lack of information, but it's not like we can force you to do anything. Better safe than sorry to know your health, in the long run. But up to you all. [ a shrug ] Mm, it's never been this bad before. I'll be interested to know why things have panned out this way.
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throws snow off a cliff. anyway. are they the same height in general or does adrastea wear heels. thank you for answering this important question.
their emotions kind of match! faint interest, light amusement, but it's tied into curiosity, and a nigh constant feeling of Doubt, because that's just who he is as a person. ]
So you say. [ about being forced, at least - there's definitely Doubt to that, considering their entire situation. ] But, yes. I concur. Do you know how long this company has been around? Perhaps a change in management that finds kidnapping to be a good business model...?
[ joking? that's very dry. ]
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anyways, adrastea wears combat heels, but without them they would still be a little taller than temenos. not by a lot, just a few inches.
sometimes you just stand in a hallway of the void and resonate on the same emotional wavelength. the amusement blips a little higher again, before resettling into the muted tone again. ]
So I do. Whether I'm proven right or not will depend on what happens. [ adrastea is at least savvy enough to know this isn't concrete in the situation. but they nod slightly. ]
██ years. [ the blocks are real numbers don't think too hard about it they're not actually censored. ] We've never met the president or anything of the company, so gods know who they are as a person or an entity, but who knows. Maybe recent years have given them a taste for fresh recruits.
[ also joking. ]