12 - Not a field agent!

[no_fastolfe]

[Mansooreh's Brooklyn accent, never really mild at the best of times, gets thicker when she's surprised. The effect is sort of 1940's-esque; it's been a hundred some-odd years, the slang was due for a comeback anyway

Comments

[expectremorse]

They will toss you in fire if you fail to appear for duty? You have harsh masters.

[no_fastolfe]

[Mansooreh's eyes bug, and she slaps a hand over the communicator.]

Great Cats,, put some pants on, Mister!

[The expletive-- or as close as the clean-mouthed young woman gets-- is startled into to three syllables. Guh-RATE.]

[expectremorse]

[His brow furrows. Except you can't see it because his helmet is huge and bronze-like and AWESOME.]

What are these pants you speak of.

[no_fastolfe]

They go over your legs! What're'ya dressed like that for anyway?

[thewheelofdeath]

A few days. Quiet.

[He's beginning to hate this place.]

[no_fastolfe]

I'm sorry, sir...? [What... is he?]

I'm afraid I don't exactly follow.

[thewheelofdeath]

[He's ... well, human-shaped, at least, but covered head-to-toe in a red cloak. Even his face is wrapped in something black, except for unblinking yellow eyes.]

We will be out in a few days, if the others are not lying.

[no_fastolfe]

That's great and all but my job won't stick around for that long. [It's not snotty as much as wide-eyed concern.]

[systmadmin]

[With a slightly monotone flatness to his voice:] What does it mean to be 'canned'?

[no_fastolfe]

[This one isn't a Cicadian!]

Well, it means they'll fire me. [She nods worriedly.] I'll lose my job.

[systmadmin]

[His brow furrows. That doesn't sound good.]

You would be assigned another one, correct? What was your job?

[no_fastolfe]

I'd have to go find another one. I'm in the Industrial Process Enginineering group at US Robots and Mechanical Men. Current product and new product. I maintain and upgrade a section of the old electronic equipment. I'm more on the electronics side than the positronics?