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[There's very little preamble before the network gets an earful of the distinctive, raspy tones of a certain ex-cop. Guy sounds like he smokes his cigarettes and eats them too. He also doesn't sound exactly comfortable to be speaking on the network, but anyone who's met him in person in the past few days knows that that forced impassivity is kind of his thing.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.
[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.
There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.
[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.
And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.
Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]
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For now, he deigns not to mention it.] We're going in groups, but I was trying to come up with ways of tightening up security even further than that. It's what I did before– all of this.
[The ship, he means. Outer space. Other universes.]
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Good plan. As long as it stays locked up, and no one gets in.
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[A pause; another thought occurs to him.]
You work in the medbay, I'm guessing?
[There's the whole "doctor" thing– as well as the clinical description of what Ploiatos had done to people. But after his (blessedly short) stint working in the cargo bay, Adam's not going to assume that everyone's assigned to a position aligning with their skillsets]
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How does a new arrival go about getting a copy of their medical history?
[He only vaguely remembers the process, as disoriented as he'd been upon coming through the Ingress. A near-death experience just prior hadn't done a whole lot for him and his faculties– but now that he's had a couple of days to reconstruct some of the gaps in his memory, he finds himself with some questions that those records may be able to answer.]
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That's all I need. [A long pause.] Pretty please.
[With his voice, it's probably the least cute a "pretty please" has ever sounded in the history of "pretty pleases"– but there it is.]
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[Hey, serious politeness is still politeness- not that she's the most personable individual.]
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Will do. And thanks again.
[And that's the end of the conversation, for him.]
(( is there an official template for ic med records, or should i just wing it? O: ))
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