text;

[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

Comments

[hyanaimne]

I am twenty-eight, you wanker.

[aren't you glad you taught her that word, Charlie]

[alittlesweptup]

Christ seriously we are we even mates you're practically an infant

[hyanaimne]

[playing the age card back is rude!!]

Am I making you feel old then, darling? Perhaps I miscalculated; twenty years my senior, then? Thirty? Should I start calling you grandfather?

[alittlesweptup]

Wouldn't you like to know

[hyanaimne]

I could always go ask Chloe if you will not tell me.

[alittlesweptup]

She'd never tell seeing as it'd betray her own as well. You're SOL, kid

[hyanaimne]

Or Nate.

Also not a kid.

[alittlesweptup]

Oh christ, have you fallen in with that horrible wanker as well? Save yourself while you still can

[hyanaimne]

We barely know each other, but I know that he knows you, that's all. Why is he horrible? I find him rather charming.

[alittlesweptup]

Oh he's charming enough. And will bring a building down on your head while giving you a smarmy grin about it

[hyanaimne]

"Smarmy". What does that even mean?

[alittlesweptup]

Roguish? Cocky? Bastard sort a grin like a cat whose got into the creamery

[hyanaimne]

No wonder I find him so charming - roguish men are my type.

[Tempest pls]

We are getting off topic, though. Tell me how old you are, dear.

[alittlesweptup]

Oh tosh, you're far too good for him




You're terribly impolite do you know that

[hyanaimne]

I'm not. But I am also not interested, either. It is perfectly fine to simply look.

And yes, I know.

[alittlesweptup]

I'm 40 next month

[hyanaimne]

Well. I thought you would have said a higher number.

That's only a twelve year difference! That is not much older than me at all.

[alittlesweptup]

Only twelve years she says!

Oh you blessed child you

[hyanaimne]

If you call me a child again I will come find you and punch you, darling.

[alittlesweptup]

With your tiny child fist

[hyanaimne]

You are a jerk and I really am getting up to come find you.

[alittlesweptup]

I'll believe it when I see it

[Yes, he knows full well he's baiting the bear at the moment.]

[hyanaimne]

Is prodding me on a wise thing to do?

[alittlesweptup]

I'm not worried. Fairly sure I can take you

[hairtoss

shit talking: a tried and true sign of friendship]

[hyanaimne]

I am fairly certain you can't.

[besties, right here]