[Text, March 12]

[pushed]

Ok, I'm asking. What is everyone's job? I'm looking for that one guy who has a worse job than mine. Just one.

And I'm hoping Taco Tuesdays aren't a thing here. That's just a disaster waiting to happen.

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[hellsbel]

Sure, but you don't want to make enemies among everyone else who can't. I've spent most of my life on shipboard. People tend to find out who pissed off the cook.

Wait, serious about sanitation, or about sarcasm? You know, you can vid-call on these things if it's easier.

In my old fleet, everyone started out as a recruit-trainee. They don't do it that way here, but then this isn't a military operation. You can put in for a job change, but I'm not kidding about sanitation being a serious matter on a deep-space ship. Pleasant it's not, but crucial it is.

[pushed]

Serious about being able to eat anything. There was a food poisoning incident in Delhi once, I skated right through it.

Even more reason for me to do something else. I'm no that responsible.

[hellsbel]

Now there's a superpower to envy. I don't think they'd poison you, though. Plenty other ways to even the score. <=joking! :)

Good luck putting in for a job change, then. What'd you do back home?

[pushed]

Remind me not to get on your bad side.

I was a gambler. Pulled a con every now and then. Maybe this is karma.

[hellsbel]

I'll be keeping an eye on you, Nick~ <=also joking

[don't take the banter too seriously; Bel doesn't ^^]

That so? Were you good at it?

[pushed]

Just wait til you see me.

[oh, he likes it, in case it's not obvious enough.]

Guess so. I'm still alive, anyway.

[hellsbel]

I'm waiting. Where are you? Don't say 'in Sanitation.'

[excellent!]

Always a plus.