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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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Mr. Miles Naismith Vorkosigan,

It's been brought to our attention by another crew member that you are interested in the position of Beverage Dissemination Officer. If you would like to relieve Niko Bellic of his duties, please let me know as soon as possible so that we can make arrangements.

-Thán

Edited 2015-09-10 19:54 (UTC)

Leave your suggestions, comments, and especially complaints here, along with date of submission. Miles will go through the submissions to the suggestion box periodically, although he might take a more...unorthodox approach to conflict resolution from time to time.

Edited 2015-11-18 17:20 (UTC)

Crewman Vorkosigan,

I would like to formally apologize for the conditions you experienced that led to your death. While circumstances regarding the ship's diplomatic relationship with Caducus Primary were beyond our control as well as the circumstances that led to the planet's destruction were beyond our control it does not excuse that loss of life should never have happened. It is my hope that your adjustment to your revival goes smoothly and does not offer complications you are not able to overcome.

Regards,
-Navigator Manasseh

Hello Miles! Just curious, are you finished with The Basics of Mechanical Engineering As Applied to Specific Stress Tests? I have someone here who's trying to find things on mechanical engineering, and while your extension is of course in place, I thought you might have finished it already and I'd check in. Thank you! ~Elizabeth

Miles, some of these corridors have voices in them. Do you know anything about that?

FROM: JACKY FABER

So was allowing me to be cobeverage dispenser really just a ploy for me to take over the bar because you could've just told me so I wouldn't've been mad.

[She's teasing, and a little worried, but that doesn't come through very well.]

Looks like I got something of yours. It was written by someone with your last name.

I know it's your job an' all, don't mean to bother though, but. Could you get me a new job? I don't do much as an Intelligence Operative and I'd really like to do somethin' else. Thanks.

Hey, Miles.

Bunch of us is gettin' together tomorrow for drinks. You in?

So. Gregor says he doesn't know his match -- do you? Fess up, Miles, this couldn't have been better if I'd planned it.

[J has more or less figured out how to use MID. Only that she thinks it works like a landline phone without a voicemail. So there's several empty voice messages from her.

Ring ring ring. She keeps 'calling' until he replies to her spam.]

Assume you've seen the results by now. Would it help if I swear I didn't fill out the form with nothing but your name and a lot of hearts?

[however sincerely felt Bel's own emotions are, they're aware that the fleet would make remarks about something like this, and that Miles wouldn't be comfortable with that. dammit. this wasn't supposed to happen.]

My job is boring. Please ensure the problems brought to me are more interesting. I recommend poisoning a few people, maybe arranging a few assassinations here and there. I have numbers if you need them.

I found a body.

Who should I talk to about that?

Hey, I think I got something that was meant for you? I actually got it last month or so, but I kind of ended up forgetting about it and only just remembered.

[ Lara's voice is rough, but oddly cold, there's no inflection or emotion.]

Miles... Miles, I need you in the garden. Please.

On the morning of the 18th, a video tablet uploaded with the River Tam Sessions will be misdelivered to Miles.

hey mrmiles

just dropping a note that I wont be showing up for work tomorrwo

[and a minute or two later:]

actually make that two days off. have fun

<3

M'mother's here.

Since you were the one to use the word "sociopath", you're the one I'm coming to. What exactly happened the last time you ran into Adrian Clark?

Good day, Mr. Vorkosigan. I've... ah. I need a few bottles of drinks for a birthday party. Would you be the one I contact in this regard?

[Who out of Ivan or Miles is more likely to know about a weird ass drug?

[... the guy with a medical condition. #clone logic]

How legit is this drug? (Not my post, despite the name and everything.) [You know, just so we're clear.]

On the evening of the 25th, Miles will find a scaled, perfect model of the Normandy SR-1 in their mailbox. If examined closely, it's clear the model has been assembled from a kit with exceptional finesse. On the bottom of it, out of sight if it were to be on display, is a minuscule etched name: LCDR SHEPARD.

[Contact

squadgoals know if you have any questions about model size, etc!]

Edited 2016-05-27 16:11 (UTC)

[ There'd been a few things she'd worked on as soon as she'd woken up - getting her bearings and touching base. It seemed one was easier than the other when her efforts to get ahold of Clark failed. He wasn't in his room, wasn't in the garden: no trace.

So, it was time to swallow the lump in her throat and do what she did best. Get to the bottom of it, no matter how much she might not like the outcome. ]

He's gone, isn't he.

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letter; today

PERSONNEL OFFICE SUGGESTION BOX

[text]

dec. 7

Dec 8

text, December 7, evening

talk to text, December 9th

text.