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[saveyourserpent]

[Liquid's onscreen, and disgruntled as hell. Look out, incoming rant.]

So, how about, when we're assigned to our positions, we fill out a form or something where we can say, oh, I don't know, "yes, I'd like to work with anyone but THAT ONE PERSON"?

 

Because as much as I appreciate being recognized for some of the best of my many skills, and the work itself has been just lovely, they seem to have really messed up on the coworker front and it's been driving me mad. How am I supposed to work under these conditions? Not that I claim to be any stranger to being angry but this is getting to be too much.

[A heavy, dramatic sigh.]

 

What are the odds, hm?

 

[Look, he didn't even use the word 'father' once. Be proud of him.]

Comments

[niffin]

sure. there are worse jobs on the ship. but they might be able to help you figure out a truce. do they have the same problems with you?

[saveyourserpent]

Hah, a truce. Right. That's likely. He's not a big fan of my existence, no.

[niffin]

i'd think a counterintelligence operative would know how to play the mutually-assured destruction card

[saveyourserpent]

If I had the right sort of resources, maybe. The situation's a bit too complicated, though.

[Clone problems.]

[niffin]

just remember that you're not the only ones on board. killing here has consequences.

[ Slap on the wrist consequences, consequences that she's not too happy about. But Liquid doesn't need to know that yet — and neither does his problem. ]

i'm pretty sure you guys'll figure something out.

[saveyourserpent]

Knew it! Bloody knew it. Not just being on my best behaviour for no reason. Figured there'd be some sort of punishment involved.

I'll just have to keep doing the killing in my mind like I've been doing all these years.

[That's not morbid at all.]