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"Personnel Officer Miles here. If this is a personal matter, leave a message; if it's ship business-related, may I direct you to the Personnel Office's suggestion box.
Sending me a barrage of texts will not make me respond to you any faster, so don't, Ivan."

Mun Contact

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[yes, because you react so positively and compliantly when Bel is concerned about you. is deflection and minimization not how this is supposed to work?]

I'll do that.

[..........how.

text doesn't really convey the amount of backtracks and rewordings that go into the next line.]

Will this be a two-way street?

[ for once, he actually knows bel could be looking at a double standard. miles chews on the side of his thumb and hesitates before he answers. this isn't the chain of command anymore, not here. ]

That's what we said back there, after the morgue, isn't it? Better communication, all around.

[he'd have to be blind not to, tbh. or expect Bel to be, and it's been... difficult holding that curtain closed, anymore.

what's a shipmaster to do with all this when -- someday, if things go right -- they're all back on that chain again? ................definitely not think about any of that at all right now, that's what.]

Yes

Thanks.

[text doesn't really convey the soft, sweet expression here. ~~they'll even spare you an offer to see just how far down the scar goes.~~~]

... Let's start with Harashan. Might as well plan this little jaunt for maximum enjoyment as long as it doesn't conflict with intelligence. How long's it been since you had any real leave?

[ good. they're on the same page, hopefully. miles doesn't want things to be uneven with them here, it just...doesn't feel right.

and it's good to feel like they're on the same page again. a date as cover for an intel operation? a chance to work together on something that feels real? god, miles is starved for action, action that means something. back in his cabin, miles grins to himself. ]

Well, the last time I took shore leave I ended up dead, so I think I'm due.

[dryly] Okay, scratch that off our list of cultural experiences to take in on sunny, scenic Emiri. No dying. And no blowing up the planet. Sorry, Miles, we're probably stuck with the high life this time. What a shame! We'll just have to be brave and face it, won't we? [...might possibly have bounced back a little too high there. c: but Bel has been craving action and purpose too, and setting the stage for one of Miles's coups is finally something that feels familiar.

twenty minutes later] I've done a little research. Ready to plan our first night out? How are we going to play it?

[ miles does laugh a little at that first text -- this is easier, keeping it light, joking back and forth with bel. that's always easier. this whole...matchmaking thing doesn't have to matter, doesn't have to mean anything. it's just horseshit, they both know that. what happened in miles' bed after the morgue, what happened in the bar and bel's room the other night, that's......different. ]

We'll play tourist, fascinated by the local culture. It's half true, anyway. Nosy, oblivious, and unreasonably persistent. See if you can't find us a bar -- not too touristy, we'll be the off-the-beaten-path types. Actually, find us a few, a local dive wouldn't hurt, either, and I'm sure I could worm us into some high-class lounge if I put my mind to it.

I guess I'll have to find something to wear.

[good. ^^ next: get him to do that in person.

the... different part.... that'll be impossible to explore under these circumstances. and Bel never wanted it to mar what they'd already had, anyway. they're good together, out in the field. they understand each other, anticipate each other. Bel loves that dance, too.]

Already did! We've got a great spread of night spots to choose from. Smoky, seedy, gym, sports, hole-in-the-wall, hole-in-the-floor, all-star, half-moon, salad, alternative, dancing, strip, nude, runway, live music, anagram night, something that looks like bowling, black-tie, black-light, Couples Half Off -- and I have to remind you, this is an alien planet where that could mean anything -- various dens of sin and vice, your choice of cuisines I never heard of, any or all of the above. I'm sending you the list now. I could also get you the contacts for some local outfitters.~

Good work, Captain Thorne, very thorough. Do you have any idea how refreshing it is to work with someone who knows what they're doing?

[ why yes, that is a hearty tone of approval. the rank address is more a fond affectation at this point than anything else, they're on much more equal ground here. just another sign of how much miles misses the dendarii. misses being admiral naismith. ]

Maybe later. I'd rather not get hung up on any unnecessary delays. I'm sure I'll find something.

[ well, he has his choice between uniforms from the moira, the imperial service, and the dendarii. exciting. well, it's not as though miles doesn't spend most of his time in uniform anyway. ]

[probably about as refreshing as it is to work with someone who gets that look on his face when you do good work. c: yes, Miles, Bel can see that look right through the MID.~ 'good work, Captain Thorne' will never fail to make their heart do that extra thump.]

No problem, sir. [probably Miles can picture Bel's face right through the MID also.] It's good to have something to think about besides the ship.

Ha. You could let me pick something out. I do know your measurements. [would go Dendarii in a heartbeat, but Miles isn't supposed to; and the Moira uniforms would mark their origin too easily. also, Bel has a better sense of style than you do, Miles. ^^]

[ the dendarii uniform is so tempting, dangerously so. but it's got his admiral's insignia -- however crooked -- it's a dead giveaway, it'd raise too many questions. maybe if he brought it down to emiri, changed planetside --

no. dammit, no. he's supposed to be avoiding that temptation. but that strange sensation of pulling apart keeps intensifying in his mind, and miles is trying desperately to keep it all together. what if he's making it worse by shying away from naismith? what if he loses his grip on the little admiral altogether? god dammit, he's giving himself a headache. he'll figure this out later. later. ]

I find it very unlikely that any shop planetside even carries anything in my measurements. No, I think I'll stick with what I have. All I've got is uniforms, but... It might not be a bad idea to have more than one to hand, just in case. I'm sure we can make that work for a cover.

You'd be surprised what can be done with a little innovation, especially if the local fashion scene is bizarre enough. But in that case I'd say only one of us should go in uniform. Half the chance of tracing us back to... anywhere.

I seem to recall you mentioning a sarong a few weeks back.

[had not been intending to bring it up but]

I actually did mention a sarong a few weeks back.

[beat]

Mentioned it to Vorpatril too. His face was priceless.

[ miles snickers at that. granted, so had his own face, but at least bel hadn't been able to see it. ]

Oh, I can only imagine.

So, have we got a plan, then?

[isn't it nice not to be the only one? ^^]

I'd say we do! Damn ship can get along without us for a couple of days.

I wonder if we can get lodgings down there too.

[really nice lodgings. silk sheets and hot water and room service and no mysterious corridors or faceless monsters. it's a pleasant fantasy, anyway.]

[ yes because staying in a hotel overnight won't make this matchmaking thing any less weird, nope ]

I'm sure we could if we need to, but -- let's get some recon done first, eh?

Sounds good.

I might stay down there for a night or two anyway, just for the novelty of sheets I don't have to launder myself. Do some shopping. Get a massage. If our leave allowance is enough, maybe we can encourage the local economy a little.

Situation changed I hope a raincheck's okay

Got a little cut up. d on't be concerned, on my way to medbay, prognosis good. Have to be off my feet for a few d ays

can't find punctuation. damit fckin ship kidnapping psychos at random. I'll call you when they st

[presses send by accident; a followup arrives moments later]

...call you in the morning, I was going to say. Damn. This z embarrassing. I hopeyou don't wake up for this. Sleep sound, Miles.

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