( npc post )

[hownkai]

[ Every MID recieves this message as soon as an individual leaves the medbay. ]

Hello, and welcome.

As I know you are beginning to feel the effects of Ingress travel, I will keep this brief and to the point. By now, most of you are aware that this is not your home, and if you are not, I would like to stress the importance of this fact. All details have been outlined to you in the contract each of you has already signed, and I hope you will come to know the Moira as your second home as we journey forward. Everyone must do their part for this voyage to succeed. Those who do not wish to follow this straightforward rule shall be dealt with accordingly.

Please direct any questions or concerns to either myself or one of the other captains. We are as interested in going home as you are.

[ The bottom of the message is simply signed Cúrre. ]

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[banknotable]

[ Oh. Oh, THAT is how we're still playing it, huh? All... cooperation and shit. ALL RIGHT THEN. ]

Yeah, well! [ Fiona huffs. ] You misplaced two thousand three hundred and thirty-five dollars, so you can understand that I'd be a little more motivated to do my job at all if I didn't have to start my shift on the opposite of a paycheck.

[ She crosses her arms. Uncrosses her arms. Stupid wrist device. Stupid literally everything that is going on here right now. ]

And ya took my gun.

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[hohnkai]

When your money resurfaces, I'll make certain it is returned to you. We do not function on currency here, it's more a trade system. Perhaps I can offer you something that will both help you do your job and make you feel more motivated?

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[banknotable]

[ Don't function on currency, that's like "we eat children for breakfast", except that Fiona's heard the second one before. She squints at the screen, at a face she can't see. Motivated, all right, there's motivated and "motivated", and one involves your skin in stripes, and guess which one the kidnapping crowd usually prefers. ]

Yeahhhh, did I mention my gun? Palm-sized, three barrels, raises a crapload of morale? Though I'm guessing that one's gotta resurface too, huh?

[ If - if - they're playing nice though, then she'd better figure out a way to milk that, and fast. ]

So, what else you got?

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[hohnkai]

Yes, it does. If it finds its way into my care, I'll return it to you immediately.

[He nods once, the video feed showing his face crystal clear, worry lines etching the corners of his mouth, circles under his eyes.]

I have something from a planet past that you make like. It will be delivered to your mailbox as soon as possible.

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[banknotable]

[ She flinches back, not expecting somebody else's eyes to stare back at her from the screen that looked blank just seconds ago. Creepy timing if there ever was.

...Reason to force some of that irritation outta her features too, 'cause there's only so much you can get from threats made over the phone... watch thingy. Sooo... contemplative. Yeah, that'll do. "Contemplate that offer and how it's gonna mesh with her future employment" rather than "contemplate how she's gonna Turn That Ship Around Or So Help Me". Yeah, pretty much the same thing, really. ]

...Alright. Alright, sounds good, I'll take it.

[ So enthusiasm isn't in the cards here just yet, but there's a decisive bit of "they seem to know a whole freaking lot more about her than she knows about them" going on, which... doesn't work out so great, usually, so. Maybe disengage until she finds a way to fix that. ]

Guess that's... all for now. Talk to you later-- Captain.