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IC Voice Mail "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 PLURK:   runawayballista

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You're really enjoying that, huh? [Momentary lapse in chill gone, Sans returned to form with a quick once over in Miles direction.] Being able to loom over someone for a change?

[But moving on:] I serve at the pleasure of the personnel officer. You ask me to take out the trash, I say how high.

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Oh, a little bit.

[ miles gives him that razor-edged grin again, totally unashamed. hey, if you grew up on barrayar looking like he does, you'd take a little pleasure in it, too. ]

Excellent. As it happens, there's a blockage in one of the pool filters in the rec area. [ he taps at his MID to pull up a map and sends a series of detailed instructions to sans' MID. ] I'm going to need you to clean the filters -- and while you're at it, check the chlorine levels. [ still grinning. ] I look forward to your report, Crewman Sans.

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[Oh, was this one ever a piece of shit. Sans made a mental note to empty an entire container of relish into his suggestion box tomorrow.]

Aye aye, sir. [Sans gave a bow and a wave and a salute with such overwhelming flourish, it was a miracle he didn't fall over before disappearing around the corner.

And yes. Disappearing is the only word for it, as Miles would see nothing but a long stretch of emptiness if he bothered to check.]