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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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[ miles could write sans up for not being in uniform just to harass him, but it's not worth the effort and he's feeling generous today. it's not like anyone enforces that rule anyway. miles tilts his head in curiosity and jerks a thumb over his shoulder to his office and steps back, opening the door wider. ]

By all means, step into my office.

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Thanks. [Sans side stepped around Miles, making himself at home. Nice digs. Guess being a workaholic had its perks, though Sans wasn't looking to convert any time soon.

Settled in a chair opposite his desk, Sans looked more... business-like than usual. It was a low bar to begin with and the transformation wasn't that dramatic, but still. He'd yet to make one joke about the decor.]

Since I first got here, there've been people talking about some... creepy, clothed skeleton monster terrorizing everyone. That true?

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[ it doesn't have to be dramatic for miles to notice. really, any step away from sans' aggressively flippant demeanor is noticeable to miles, if only because he plays that song himself often enough. miles seats himself on his raised chair and kicks his feet up onto his desk -- he usually doesn't, it just highlights how short he is, but he somehow doesn't really give a shit around sans. this is a novel and refreshing feeling.

miles raises his eyebrows, tenting his fingers in front of his mouth. no question why sans is curious there. ]

Yes. We're still not exactly clear on what it was, but it certainly was skeleton-shaped and was wearing what looked like a tattered Moira uniform. It wasn't just terrorizing -- it put at least a dozen people in the medbay. Just about a month ago, actually.

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[Hard to give a shit when you're the taller one, right? Sans took the cue and began flicking steadily at the soul of Miles' shoe. The persistent thwack thwack would serve as a rhythmic backdrop to his questions.]

Huh. And nobody got a chance to talk to them? [Regardless of what this monster had done, it never even occured to Sans to call them an 'it.' Not that he judged Miles for it. He was human, after all.] Get their side of things? Or a name?

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[ miles gives sans a mildly withering look and kicks his feet away, dropping them back below the desk with a roll of his eyes. ]

Talk to them? No one could even get near them.

[ miles picks up on that difference in pronouns and adjusts accordingly, watching for sans' reactions. ]

At least not with paying for it. Most people unlucky enough to get caught alone in the dark got attacked -- I don't know as much about the thing as I'd like, but I think it was siphoning energy. Left a nasty black scar on anyone so unfortunate. Damn near killed several crew. They didn't seem interested in anything but easy targets, though, so strength in numbers worked out in our favor. But even when we managed to corner them, they didn't exactly chat. No talking at all, actually.

[ miles spreads his hands, though he frowns slightly. ]

I wish there had been. Talking, I mean. I'd really like to know more.

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[It was an odd story, and one that didn't match up with what Sans understood about monsters. Sure, you got a handful of rowdy teens that liked to pretend they were something to reckon with, and monsters were hardly incapable of hatred and killing -- as six unfortunate human children could attest to.

Was it possible they felt trapped? Scared? Hard to say. Honestly, what Sans was most surprised by was that nobody killed them outright. A gang of humans could make short work of any monster, in Sans' experience.]

That actually tells me a lot, man. Thanks. [And, up he goes again.] Sorry to bug you about this. All those stories had me too curious to ignore.

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[ miles offers him a shrug of concession. he doesn't blame sans for wanting to know. he's been known to nose around for details himself.

but he jerks his chin up as sans rises to leave, speaking up before sans has a chance to leave. ]

We didn't kill them. In fact, I don't think any of us could've hurt them. They're still on the ship -- just locked away, where they can't hurt anyone.

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[Very nearly out the door, Sans stopped dutifully when Miles continued. Head turned back slightly, he listened thoughtfully.]

Yeah? [Sans' voice was free of judgement, but his brow bone raised all the same.] Where at?

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[ miles was there when they locked it up -- hell, he helped. but he wasn't the only one. miles grins sharply, just a little tight around the edges. ]

Ask the captains.

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Aw, c'mon. [Sans turned around fully this time, leaning against the door as Casual as can be.] You can't hook me up with a room number? We're penpals.

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[ miles' smile widens into a totally shit-eating grin, and he gives sans an obnoxious little wave. ]

I'll see you later, Sans.

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[Miles was killing him. Y'know, softly. He should start calling the guy Roberta Flack. That's sort of Russian, right?]

Heh, alright, alright. See you later, Miss Manganese.

[Sans returned the grin and the wave, slipping out the door without another word. If Miles were to open it, the hallway would be completely empty, as if Sans was never there at all.]