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[doxing]

Getting comfortable, folks? I hope you're happy with the jobs you've been given at our raunchy local businesses ... I have some information coming your way next month with my first report for Backdoor Entry, you might be interested -

Do you want a sneak peek?

CAUGHT RED-HANDED
Bloody New Arrival Found with Foreign Contaminant on Clothes, Claims "It's Not Mine!"

PERVERSE ACTIVITY FORCING ELUVIO TO "HOLD IT IN"
Local Lavatory Expert Spotted Leaving Men's Washroom After Disturbing Sounds Overheard!

ELUVIO BOASTS STATE OF THE ART REVIVAL TECHNOLOGY
Unwilling Source States "Dead Back Home", the Impossible is Possible!

Let me know what you think since I'm open for suggestions ... Lately, have you seen anything downright dirty, delicious, or diabolical? Dish out the gossip and you'll get a nice reward

Hasta luego readers

Comments

[genice]

( it still earns a flicker of some version of understanding in his eyes; Victor moves past it, simply feeling it's not the relevant point to trip over. his own drink ends up being something served over ice that promises to kick like amuel; he has no idea what that means, but it makes him think of mules, and Moscow, and it's good enough for the moment.

he opens his mouth to speak, then pauses, sorting out his thoughts and chuckling. ah, two different levels of crew are emerging in his head, and he can see her divide. it's an important one, but the us versus them mentality is tiring even if he feels it is necessary as a survival mechanism. )

We're not all gifted when it comes to teamwork. Some of us are used to being independent agents. ( a light tone to his voice, though the choice in wording remains deliberate, as long as he's speaking in English. ) Unlike our friends amoung the older crew here.

( there's room to adapt and the need and desire to learn, but it's all with a nod to the fact that a ragtag team is ragtag; the machine of experience and time that the crew of the ship has is simply different. )

[doxing]

I gotta love your willingness to be impartial about all this. That's the mind of a spy, Vic.

(it's sly, but not untrue. she prefers the ones who take a careful look at things objectively without passing judgement straight away... too many room for errors, but not enough leeway given for the team to flourish before the doubt settles in. they all have their opinions — her's is just a little more pessimistic.

call it experience.

sombra takes a deep swig of her drink, tongue pulling the residue off of damp lips, finding the drink almost viscous. god, if this is the remnants of a slime trail of some snail alien, she might puke, but as it is?)

Mm— damn, this is good. You have to try some of this. (pushing it across the table.)

[genice]

( her statement has him laughing; a brief, bright sound that ends with a smile more wry than anything else. )

Wouldn't that be a twist.

( there is no Russian Spy in this ship. (no, there is. his name is Makkachin. he spies for the nation of Friendliness, under a ranking system of "most and least likely to pet a dog.") )

Making too many presumptions tends to land me in trouble. ( which includes squinting at her drink even as she's offering it over; his has ended up being spicy, of all things, and nothing like a Moscow Mule. he supposes he's living the jest of his own words right now.

still, to hell with it. with the weight of Makkachin's head on his foot, Victor lifts his shoulders in a small sort of shrug. there's more they'll all need to focus on as the tolerated, somewhat integrated newbies aboard a ship of better integrated people, but that's what it's like as the new arrivals on any scene.

may as well try the weird and fun alcohols along the way. he nudges his own drink back toward Sombra, with the helpful clarification of: )

If you like spicy, then...

( go ahead. he tries to swoosh her drink, finds it reluctant to take to the motion, and takes a sip anyway. he's not sure what to make of it, running his tongue over the roof of his mouth after swallowing, twice, in reflex. end conclusion, as he passes her drink on back her way: )

Not bad, but nothing I'll be ordering on my own.

( flavour wise it's fine; the viscosity makes the sweet burn of it going down into almost something too drawn out. )

[doxing]

Vic, look at me. You think I don't like spicy? (spicy is the name of her game — and all junk food, junk food's its own flavour.

taking his drink, watching him sip at her own, she smirks around the rim of the glass and tries a mouthful. true to his word, it most definitely does have a kick to it and sombra raises a thin eyebrow at it. most of these drinks, she feels with some amount of giddiness, are going to be delicious. and she can't even tell anyone back home about them.

a swap of their drinks yet again, fingers alighting on the cup of viscous mucous (and that's very likely what it is, not that she's concerned so long as it does its job and she doesn't know about it)...)

Y'know, I think you're right on that one. I'm ordering yours next. This one's coating my throat like Nyquil.