Captain's Log; 00.2 (text)

[captains]

We've got quite the revolving door around here, which means we don't always know who we've got, or what kind of special talents they have.

Right now, I've got a particular interest in telepathic abilities. People who can get in and out of a mind, without having to crack open a skull. I think there's a job you can do for me.

It's important. I understand if you feel hesitant outlying your abilities for everyone. You can comment anonymously, until you know what I need- and I'll be encrypting these.


[Encryption: Han Solo;]

Do me a favour. Keep an eye on this.


[ooc: all conversations as promised will be immediately individually encrypted, with an unnoticeable third party access]

Comments

text.

[spellwork]

[ she won't. that's the thing - she's always got utmost confidence in herself, meaning she couldn't predict an outcome even if she wanted to, and while there's no good reason for her to take on this job, she can't be rusty with her skills, can she? ]

Neither you nor your gentleman need worry. We haven't even been properly introduced. What reason do I have to harm or cheat you?

text.

[captains]

You can't be too careful, not here. [Not anywhere, really]

Sorry about him, he gets ahead of himself. No sense of timing. If you want the job, it's yours. You just need to tell me when you're available and what you want for it.

text.

[spellwork]

No harm done; it's more than reasonable to be worried! I've no other appointments in the near future, and payment isn't necessary. Consider it a favor between new friends. [ this is the part where she beams nearly-unconvincingly but. text. ]