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[Gregor looks a little harried when the feed clicks on, but otherwise relatively composed. If covered in what looks like either too many or not enough blankets from the shoulders down.]

Hello, everyone. As it appears that tensions have been high and we have been forced into somewhat closer quarters than normal, it seems a prudent time for me to officially offer my services as ship arbitration officer.

If anyone needs assistance sorting out interpersonal conflict, or has something else they'd like to discuss, please let me know.

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Yes, Ivan. The job that nobody on this ship can know about. The job that Miles, Bel, and I are going to extreme lengths to keep a secret for as long as humanly possible.

That job.

( erk )

A politician, Gregor! That's what you've been telling everyone, right? That's what I've been telling everyone. ( and then, because ivan is a master of tackless and he's absolutely trying to help: ) Look, not replying to this comment publicly makes it look suspicious. Saunter from things at a slightly quicker than walking pace, Gregor, don't... uh. Er. Do anything particularly rash?

( PLEASE LOVE HIM OH GOD HE'S IN SO MUCH TROUBLE HE SHOULD STOP TALKING RIGHT ABOUT NOW, and promptly does so with an audible gulp. )

Edited 2015-12-22 03:46 (UTC)

Yes, Ivan, thank you for mentioning my job as a politician, since that's universally popular and something I enjoy advertising so very much.

[His voice is mild but the look in his eye is dire.]

( oh thank god. ivan could do without the dire-ness of the entire situation and gregor's expression. which he can read plain as day thanks distant cousin you're a pal.

and also slightly surprised gregor took his advice. huh. )

I'm just saying they probably couldn't have picked a better guy for it, that's all.

( which: true. if there's anyone ivan knows who's fully capable of diffusing any and all arguments that might arise, it's gregor vorbarra. )

[It does happen occasionally, Ivan. Don't let it go to your head.]

Not everyone is displeased with their work assignments, I suppose. And I am happy to help, if I can.

( not a chance of that. but also who best knows how to keep their head down and out of trouble than ivan vorpatril? )

Most of them don't seem to be too bad, except for the sanitation gig Miles had to pull for a month and a half.

Well, he had experience, by his own admission. Though some of the assignments do seem a bit pointless, most of them aren't actively miserable.

( yeah okay, that gets a laugh. )

Public Relations Officer, Gregor. ( he moans, rather dramatically. his job is the worst. ) With who?

You're good at public relations, Ivan. [Gregor leans back a little, his eyes suddenly coolly dispassionate on Ivan's face over the feed, calculating.] You like people--you like meeting people. You're good at getting them to like you. And you're close enough to politics at home to know the right things to say, when you're paying attention, just enough to keep things running smoothly but not enough to promise anything. Personally, I'd say you were ideal for public relations.

Though. [His mouth curls into what passes for a wicked grin on his usually still face.] I suppose you could always complain to our Personnel Officer should you desire another post so fervently.

( gregor you're not allowed to just sell him out like that. that's rude. there's not really an argument ivan can put up against that, so he leaves that be and focuses on the second part. )

And have Miles assign me to something terrible because he thinks it's funny? No thanks, Greg.

Well, then. I guess you'll just have to find some way to survive, Ivan.

I have every faith in you.

I'm sure you do, Gregor, I'm sure you do.

( THE WORST )

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