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[forwardmomentum]

Hello, everyone. Miles here, with a few announcements.

I've recently been appointed Personnel Officer aboard the Moira. Handling crew concerns about job assignment and other sundry items is my primary responsibility, as is making personnel recommendations to the captains. If you have any concerns, or you'd like to discuss your current job assignment, or a potential one, I invite you to make an appointment with me or come by my office; it's next to the library. It has also come to my attention that Captain Than has been so thoughtful as to arrange a suggestion box outside my door, so make what use of it you will. For those of who are more accustomed to seeing me at the bar -- I'll still be working there part-time, but I now share the Beverage Dissemination Officer responsibilities with my co-Officer, the esteemed Jacky Faber, so if you don't see me, look for her.

To all crew who are just now joining us: welcome! Sorry about your involuntary conscription to the Moira work force, but at least the accommodations are nice, eh?

And if anyone was concerned about me during my...absence, I'm better now. Nothing to worry about.

Miles out.

[ miles was kind of dead for a week, if any of his CR wants to do something with that let me know! also please submit suggestions (complaints) the suggestions (complaints) box, make miles' job as difficult as possible, by all means ]

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December 2, late-shift

[hellsbel]

Leaning in through the door, a nondescript grey scarf complementing the Dendarii grey-and-whites hanging over the black Moira uniform jacket, Bel grinned irrepressibly. "Hello, is this the Personnel Office? And am I speaking to the Personnel Officer?"

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Miles looks up from his desk with a half-grin, shuffling some papers away into a file. He has to admit, it's good having Bel around -- someone familiar with the other side of Miles' life, although he knows he's creeping even further into dangerous mental territory -- although he's still...somewhat embarrassed about the revelation yesterday that Bel already knew the truth of his identity. He waves Bel in.

"That you are. Not a very illustrious rank, I'll admit, but trust me, it's a step up from where I started on this ship." He nods at the chairs in front of his desk, swiveling in his own chair to tuck the file into a drawer and nudge it shut. "I was just finishing up for the day. What's up, Bel?"

[hellsbel]

It's always good to have Miles around. Falling gratefully into a chair and trying not to look at him as if expecting him to pull a live rabbit out of the nearest drawer, Bel stretches out their legs and takes in the office's neat functionality.

"Nice work if you can get it. I think I've been through the entire ship today, twice." Chuckling, Bel rocks the chair back. The furniture doesn't clip to the deck, a small but ever-present reminder that this isn't any Dendarii ship. Oh, we're going to have fun if the gravity ever goes....

"I met a talking rock today. Our ship's cook is an Old Earth god who seems to be just as stuck here as we are. There's a werewolf on board, or at least a man who claims to be one. It looks like some help is being given to crewpeople in shock after having a planet demolished right under us, so that's good. And I can't be sure, but I think they have a child working down in Engineering. I've also been promoted to a rank I've never heard of, for no real reason I can ascertain, and to commemorate the occasion, they gave me a scarf. Other than that, all's quiet." Rocking back a little more, Bel finishes the deadpan recitation with an open-handed gesture, as though making Miles a present of the whole impossible situation. Just another day at the office, Admiral, nothing unusual at all.

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Miles' face splits with a wide grin at that, leaning back in his station chair in a semi-mirror of Bel's own posture, one elbow crooked over the back of the chair. A most markedly Admiral Naismith gesture.

"Ah, I see you've met Loki and Jasper. Or was it Peridot?" A little smirk steals into his expression, eyes glinting. It is interesting that Bel seems to know where Loki's supposed godhood is from -- although Miles has given up doubting him and is just going with it. Less of a waste of energy. Miles spreads his hands in an expansive gesture, slipping briefly into his Betan accent with an impudent flair without really thinking about it. "Welcome to the Moira, Tiruncula Thorne. I hope you're enjoying your indentured captivity."

He really shouldn't indulge those little whims to slip back into Admiral Naismith, no matter how relevant, no matter how tempting. It only confuses the issue, makes him even more...uncertain about who he is here, although his mind still shies away from that thought. It's just so easy around Bel, harder to resist -- almost automatic. It just makes him realize more keenly how much he misses doing Naismith. The smirk flickers out, and Miles drops his arms, shrugging.