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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is more irritable than usual. His arms are crossed, lips thin, and the hiss in his high-pitched voice is slightly more pronounced. But he's not ranting (yet).]

Whoever is using the fifth floor common room as your personal deposit bank, you have one hour to remove your things before I'm confiscating it and throwing it overboard.

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[thinkb4ublink]

[Slater, having heard his message, is quick to spot Narvin as he enters his floor's common room. It's hard not to be on the ball when ruddy mistletoe is on the loose. Keeping his distance, he eyeballs him.] So… what? You're gonna lurk here and collar 'em fer litterin' now? Or you lookin' to give whoever a snog? [Either way, you're a freak, Narvin.]

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[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin rolls his eyes.]

I'm making sure a brawl doesn't break out in case four people decide that the items in question are--or should be--theirs. [And spying to see who's interested, since that alone will tell him a little about a person, extra information to be filed away. But he's not going to say that.]

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[thinkb4ublink]

[Nope, still a freak.] The stuff's all over the place, mate, and, more than that, actually bloody useless and if the individual who actually owned the stuff gave a monkey's he wouldn't be putting' it where any Tom, Dick or Harry could walk on by and nab it, would he? And so what if they fight? Anybody thick enough that the money's actually going get them somewhere deserves a fist to the 'ead. [He points at him.] You'd be a lot 'elfier if you kept your nose out, before someone tries and knocks it in! [He seriously does not get putting himself out for others. Policeman of the Barge!]

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[timesbureaucrat]

I have a duty here to maintain security, no matter what foolery you primitives are up to.

[timesbureaucrat]

Throwing it across the mess hall during meal time might be entertaining, but more trouble than it's worth. It has no intrinsic use, but left about it's likely to cause security problems. I don't want it cluttering up my room, so getting rid of it is the practical option.

[timesbureaucrat]

Because this is a ship full of criminals and a significant amount of primitive human crime is committed for the sake of money. [Unlike sophisticated Time Lord crime, which is committed for the sake of power and usually destroys a few innocent planets in the process.]

[you_run_i_chase]

What the fuck crawled up your ass?

[timesbureaucrat]

Crawled up my...? [Between Parker and Kay, Narvin is learning the best English idioms.]

Nothing. But I'm responsible for the fifth floor common room and [have become territorial as hell] my job isn't made any easier when people hide stashes in it.

[you_run_i_chase]

...Okay.

[Private] After the encounter with Slater

[timesbureaucrat]

[Narvin is unnerved now, rather than snappish.]

Miss Parker, may I ask you something in confidence?

[Private]

[expectremorse]

Funny, I was just telling Una about a bag of Greek Drachma and small denominational bills in the art room.

This is happening all over the boat.

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

Someone or something is playing games with us. Or saving up for every possible port they could.

Re: [Private]

[expectremorse]

The question is, where the flying fuck are they getting Greek Drachma? It's no longer in circulation. What did you find Sir?

[Private]

[timesbureaucrat]

In your relative time it may not be in circulation. The same may not be true of others. In my time, for example, humans use the standard Galactic Credit. The money you use would be worthless there.

I found a number of British pound notes.