Move 15 (Chapter 1.15)

[yhlee]

Year 361, Month Three, Day Sixteen (Sunday), evening

[I'm trying desperately to get Mikodez caught up, I promise! If the rest of y'all want to take a bit of a break, that's fine--or if you want to settle logistics, that's fine too. So sorry...]

Mikodez and Istradez [NPC] on Moongray Station, plus HATCHED EGG, ca. 20:50

[continuing from this comment by pengwern]

"I have no idea what would happen if you fouled up the stock market," Istradez says. His eyes are starting to look glassy. "And I'm just as married to the fucking job as you are." He gives forth a sigh and appears to be dropping into semi-slumber when Mikodez's last words penetrate. "We need you as hexarch. Just...maybe less of a psychopathic one? But you don't know about that 'training incident,' either..."

Hmm. Istradez's pulse is becoming too slow for comfort. Better do something about that.

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Year 361, Month Three, Day Seventeen, ass o' clock Monday

on the Bumblebee/Wasp/Monthra

around 1:00, in the hold of the Wasp

Remi and Alaric have made excellent progress on the conversion of the "Bumblebee"'s hold space into a mothling habitat. Remi has lapsed into a brooding silence, considering Alaric's revelations about what life is like outside of the heptarchate. At this point, however, the moth starts to hum again. It doesn't seem to want to shut up, but at least its humming is quieter--maybe the station hasn't noticed.

Remi looks interested. "Your moth is very talkative--is that usual?" His expression turns sad. "They never talked much in captivity with us. I suppose it's understandable."

around Monday 2:50

Gerae asks Ashari and Sasha, "Should I go back into my room now? I promise I'll stay out of the way. And you have all my lockpicks, so it's not like I can finagle my way out." He glances sidelong at Virmad and Sulen, then adds, "Fluffy especially likes cookies, but she shouldn't have too many of them. She also likes honey-dipped locusts, if you can get any. Some of the food vendors on the station carry them sometimes, but I have to request them special, and they confiscated my supply."

NOTE: For anyone who is not otherwise occupied, it would be a great time to get some rest, or alternately, ask Iawa for stims in anticipation of the morning's activities.

Comments

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[yhlee]

Teo, on the other end, is distressingly spry-looking. "Hello," he says. "That teenager in your group? I'm embarrassed to bring it up, but he's been very busy screwing around hacking the station. I don't suppose one of you could bring him to heel before he lands in real trouble?"

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[lleullawgyffes]

Virmad blinks. Teenager...? Then it clicks: the Shuos cadet. Whatever his name is. What in the Heptarchate is he up to? He feels a twinge of regret for having been out of contact with the rest of the crew, quickly assuaged by the memory of Teo.

“I’m not sure who’ll be able to, but I’m sure someone will be able to manage. I’ll see to it now. Sorry to have had to run out on you earlier,” he adds. “But I see you’ve gotten called back to work, too, so I suppose it would have happened sooner or later in any case.”

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[zuhrovet]

Sasha displays a message on Virmad's screen: "Tell them to cut off his guest access to the station grid."

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[lleullawgyffes]

“In the meantime,” Virmad adds, a little belatedly, frowning slightly as he sees Sasha’s message and registers what it implies, “I might suggest you cut off his guest access to the station grid, if you haven’t already done so. Although I suppose if he already thinks he’s hacking it might just encourage him — but maybe if he realizes someone has noticed, it will give him pause until I can get someone to have a word with him directly.” Whoever that might be. Sasha, maybe.

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[yhlee]

"Yes, that's on the agenda," Teo says drolly. "I wanted to see how good he was, but...I've toyed with him long enough, I think. And it would be dreadfully irresponsible of me not to alert his keepers. Thanks for looking into the matter for me." He winks, then signs out.

Re: ca. 2:60: paging Virmad

[lleullawgyffes]

Virmad lets out a deep sigh and stares up at the ceiling, for a moment. I wonder if there’s a camera there. Probably.

With a wistful look at his bed — No more sleep tonight, I guess — he leaves his room and heads towards the communications room.