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[alittlesweptup]

As apparently no one else is going to do it:

We're running missions to go digging dirt on the UE's past, but we need people to be doing info gathering here as well. Meaning we ought to have someone(s) go meet with this timeline's version of the Initiative to get as much information as possible. I know we're all feeling very cozy at the moment, but let's not pretend that it can't or won't change at the drop of a hat. Fortifying ourselves in bunkers isn't going to do us much good if we don't know what we're supposed to be defending against in the first place

Now as Christ knows I can't do it (I think we're all more than aware of what my version of diplomacy consists of), that means we need a set of proper volunteers - preferably with experience in this sort of field. If you or anyone you know might be suited to it, speak up so you can find one another and get a bloody away team wrangled

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[mathematician]

Well.

Bribery might work. They let one of the Transports in to add some plumbing because it benefited them.

And I know they like well-cooked food.

[Lowell, who the fuck doesn't.

BUT LOOK HE'S TRYING TO HELP... KIND OF...]

[alittlesweptup]

[Bless you, Lowell.]

All the better. I like any organization that can be bought off with cheap shit

[mathematician]

I'm sure they'd prefer more advanced technology, but our group doesn't really have much in the ways of that. Just the computers, Transporter, and Trish has some medical equipment I'm sure she's hoarding somewhere. Maggie her weapon-trunks, but those are for Transports only, and I doubt she'd be willing to part with them without good reason.

[alittlesweptup]

Suppose someone could do a supply run to the near, yet less wintery future

But honestly I don't see why we'd necessarily have to give over anything to them. We're working toward the same end here; if we give them information, they ought to be able to chip in as well. We just have to give them enough data to show our good faith and we should be getting somewhere. The fact that we're not mates with this new initiative already is a massive failure on both our parts

You don't get very far in a fire fight is you don't know the bloke next to you

[mathematician]

It's called a peace offering. You know. That thing that lets the person you're intimidating know you aren't God-awful.

They're not a bad bunch. They're scared. They don't have much of a foot to stand on, either.

It's a shame you can't be the one to speak to them.

[alittlesweptup]

At this rate I will be

[Which is sad.]

But fair enough. We're a vibrant, creative, bloody minded lot. There's got to be something we can offer a burgeoning resistance force

LOOKS AT U

[mathematician]

Not-murdering helps.

If you want me to set up a meeting with them for you, I can probably figure something out.

hey chloe brought you snacks that was a peace offering

[alittlesweptup]

If you can get us a meeting, that'd be excellent darling

But it shouldn't be me. [Take a moment to appreciate that massive concession.] I'll ferret out the proper people for it though

yes, it was. now they're all bffs. see, snacks work.

[mathematician]

You know, they might appreciate it being you. You were so headstrong about getting something done you held people at gun point. That might be what they're looking for. People willing to take risks.

[Now he's just being sassy. But he also means it as a compliment??]

[alittlesweptup]

[Aw, bless.]

They might, but everyone else won't. Everything I say or do is suspect to most people with access to the network. So nice try, kid

[mathematician]

Call me kid again and I'll find a way to transport all of your nice clothes onto the tallest mountain.

[Even though at Charlie's age, he's old enough to call Lowell a kid, it is still not appreciated.]

[alittlesweptup]

Well that's a bit rude. And after we've grown so close

[mathematician]

...

You're right, sorry, that was rude.

[alittlesweptup]

Ok stop

In any case, I'll only be in on this sit in if there are absolutely no damned volunteers who can manage the job. That should keep things simple as I'm right well tired of things being so damned complicated. So you talk to the people you've contact with and see if we can't arrange a play date, yeah?

[mathematician]

Yeah, alright.

[alittlesweptup]

Thanks mate

I appreciate it. Really

[mathematician]

Not really that big a deal, Cutter.

[alittlesweptup]

Eh, still

[mathematician]

You just want to thank me, I got it.

[alittlesweptup]

Yeah well, don't get too excited or I'll be forced to retract it

[mathematician]

Right, have to keep that big guy appearance. Don't worry, no one else can see this.

[alittlesweptup]

That's it, no more runs to the "chemist" for you

[mathematician]

Oh come on, don't be like that...

[You're his dealer now, Charlie.]

[alittlesweptup]

No, it's been decided. I can't very well go back on it now

[mathematician]

Well, on the bright side, I doubt I'll need more after this stash anyway.