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[diamondslap]

Hello.
This is Aurelia Hammerlock, Baroness and one of your new Arbitration Officers.
I've only been here for several days, but it's plain to see that all your problems are entirely, completely and obnoxiously boring.

[speaking of obnoxious...]

If you have such a severe lack of common sense that you actually require my services, please ensure that it's for something interesting.
Anything else will be disregarded and most likely laughed at.

Comments

[lets_see_what_happens]

Excellent.

How many firearms do you have in your possession, precisely?

[diamondslap]

At least four.
The rocket launcher is most inconvenient.

[lets_see_what_happens]

That is certainly a phrase one can apply.

[diamondslap]

It is.
Do we have an office?
I have quite a few projectiles to store and the woman who's in my room is...
I have a feeling she might set them off out of spite.

[lets_see_what_happens]

Our duties do not come assigned with an office.

If you are having difficulty finding a place to put some of the undoubtedly extremely dangerous things you have managed to acquire, I would be happy to take custody of them until [hell freezes over] a later date. Please do let me know.

[diamondslap]

Well, that's a goal for you.
Get an office.
Maybe go find one and remove its current inhabitants.
Do your arbitration thing at them.
I don't care.
Just don't get viscera everywhere.
Call me when you've done it.

[like she doesn't even plan on ever doing any work at all but making gregor uncomfortable is giving her life okay you take what you can get when you're stuck in space]

[lets_see_what_happens]

[Gregor, on the other hand, is refusing to rise to the bait. He's curious about her, though Maybe he can out-bland her.]


My foster-brother Miles has an office. I do not strictly recommend attempting to remove him. That's the only one I know of, besides the captains'.

[diamondslap]

Flip a coin.

[lets_see_what_happens]

Heads.

[diamondslap]

Captains.

[lets_see_what_happens]

I see. Best of luck, then.