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@thepaperworker.bsky.social
ʜᴀʟᴏ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ - ᴍᴠ - ᴏᴄ - ᴍᴅɴɪ - ʙʏ ǫᴜᴇᴇᴋ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴅɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ
S-Serpentine. I know this is violating the fourth wall. But please. Don’t let me form a relationship with any of your ‘muses’. I really, really don’t think I’d survive one.
//Need to finish dinner first but then I’ll get to doing these!
“Y-yes! Well! Y-you know what I’m like. I can’t help myself when I see something that’s badly organised or…” He clocked his own rambling. “Anyway! I noticed that every three months a bottle from a certain batch gets written off as missing. Just one. Something so small, so consistent, it didn’t -
- deliveries, and so you decided to investigate?" She doesn’t wait for a response before continuing. “What did you find?” An oddity, that was for sure, but she needed it on record. “Make it quick and spare no details.”
Everyone’s talking about men and women. He can’t stop thinking about filing cabinets. A nice, organised filing cabinet. Ooo.
ㅤ🔶 Hey, y'all. Don't follow this fuckhead. Follows AI and taboo.
He’s prepping the Salisbury for another supply haul to some distant military installation out in the colonies.
" 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 . "
- MSGT Jameson Kard - 19th ODST Shock Trooper Battalion - Cutlass Squad - Old Man "𝓗𝓲𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓴, 𝓭𝓻𝓸𝓹 𝓪 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝓫𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓮𝓼, 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓷."
“You are most welcome.” His words slow and a little awkward as he focuses on swiping away the last remnants of the dammed spillage. “How are you, Caliber? It’s been a little while.”
If she noticed anything, he’d never know. She sipped at it and smiled. “Perfect. Thank you.”
Done and done! Enjoy! (He accidently stained the side and now he’s hyperfocusing like hell on it.)
One lump and a splash of cream, please.
He could feel it in the back of his head. Jon wasn’t a particularly intuitive or socially savvy person. But this? Being gently guided by someone usually so curt into a withdrawn room? The voice in the back echoed. This wasn’t a trap. But it was a ‘we can’t leave until I decided we’re done’ -
- and a set of metal chairs. It wasn't her first choice, but it would work depending on how this panned out. "Take a seat, or don't. Depending on what you've got, this might take a while." She'd wait for him to enter before wandering in behind him.
//Need to finish dinner first but then I’ll get to doing these!
Starting Monday: I’ll be sticking to a strict rotation of my muses! Broken down into a set I’ll focus on per day! I’ll add something to my pinned here that I’ll update every day so people can easily see what I’m focusing on! Here’s the planned sets!
“R-right!” Would it be bad of him to hope that it’s something of some consequence? Just so his already stunted ego wouldn’t have to deal with the anguish of thinking he’s wasted so much time on a dumb thing? Jon immediately moved to follow. Finger’s nervously twitching.
- inconsequential. Either way, chances couldn't be taken. "Come with me." With a smooth haste, she gets up and collects her things. A small glance is thrown his way before she would lead him to a secure room.
“I fo…” Jon takes one more breath. Wiping away a trickle of sweat from his brow with the back of his suit jacket’s brown sleeve. “…someone’s been smuggling pharmaceuticals onto the ship…” Another heave. So many corridors.
Looking up from her mug, the scowl begins to disappear into something a little more positive. Until she realises. This wasn't the usual. "What is it?'
Bursts into the room! Heaving. Whoa. He really just darted across the ship. G-give him a second. He’s exhausted.
She can be found scowling into her coffee as the unlit screen of her datapad sits beside it.
Frantically looking for @trespassingtales.bsky.social