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"If you say so." He wasn't entirely sure about anything here covered in cheez-wiz either. Zascha downed a few things, choked for as second before pounding on his chest. Grabbing a bottle of water and guzzling it down. Oh man, what was that...? The trainee felt he needed to go scrape his tongue a few dozen times.

With his stomach threatening to revolt he made his way over to a seat next Riley. He leaned to the side, just slightly. "Stay away from the snacks. Of course, if you are bored and feeling like playing a bit of Russian roulette by all means go for it." Zascha whispered at Riley, though trying to make it not so obvious.

Ian put a hand on his chest, adopting a mock wounded look. "Why Marcus, I am deeply offended by such a less-than-warm welcome by my intelligent, cautious cousin."

He lifted his hand a few more inches to scratch idly at the bandages wrapped around his neck and grinned.

"Transferred to Moon a bit ago," he said cheerfully. "Right after I got my Intermediate promotion."

Marcus moved to sit closer to Ian. As is exactly right next to.
"Hrm." Was all the sound he made before staring at his neck. "Did you want a warm welcome because we could do that?" He was still genuinely curious.

Fin was just given a look of 'Maybe I should just have everyone donate to the swear jar.'

Ian gave Marcus an exasperated look mingled with amusement.

"I'm quite all right without having to have that, thanks," he said delicately, leaning back in his chair and linking his fingers together behind the back of his head. He was about to say something else, maybe do a little more teasing, but heavy footsteps and a familiar voice came from somewhere on his left, and Ian turned his head.

"Good afternoon to you too, dickface," said Ian pleasantly. "Glad to see you're still alive and kicking."

"You two," Edith pointed to Jason and Abbi, "...don't settle for being janitors. You aren't fresh trainees anymore, so they better start teaching you beyond making sure you aren't squeamish and have a good work ethic." Flipping open her own folder, thick with hunter profiles, Edith wrote down several notes as she continued, "They won't say no unless you've been fooling around." Glancing up, the leader gave them a stern look that clearly stated they better not have been.

"If you want more field experience, keep taking group missions. If you want more daily experience, get hunters you trust to not go off the rails and have them spar offgrounds somewhere." A pause, "Somewhere that won't cause property damage, like the beach. You have my permission for this as long as you're on hand to immediately heal up any damages caused after a shield breaks." It was, all things considered, a strong vote of trust in their abilities and willingness to improve them.




Taking Marcus's folders, Edith nodded several times, rolled her eyes once, and considered the ice cream flavours with grave approval. "Right. We're going to try switching to a clear thick plastic set up for the Death HQ windows next, suckers will just pop out whole when hit with enough force. If that doesn't work, we'll switch back to cheap glass and ya'll can just moan over the rate of replacement to yourselves instead of me." Another folder opened, another series of notes. "There's 4-wheelers available for mission use that are shared out. You want Moon-specific ones, you'll need to have something to convince not just me, but at least one of Life's more mechanically inclines techs as well."

Looking up, she gave Marcus a small, reassuring smile, "I'll go over these afterward, I expect to be suitably satisfied or you'll be paying for gas out of pocket this month."



Going over the first folder, Edith gave Dakota a nod and firm, "Good work." But the second one had her drawing her head up, to quietly study Dakota for a very long, drawn out pause. Finally she nodded once more, "I'm sure you'll be a needed asset to them. Your efforts have been appreciated, and I wish you the best."



Edith gave Dylon a concerned look, "Did you have those peach things?" She gave one of the trays of food she didn't prepare herself a suspicious look, but then let it go. "If you write up a solid plan, I'll see about getting you a budget."



Marcus then Finn then Ian each got a stern finger pointed at them in turn. "Language."

For America, the perks of being early involved finding a prime place to set a tray of grilled peaches (of which she happily helped herself despite having already having several earlier) and a spinny chair with wheels directly across from Taym. Originally the purpose of this was to be perfectly positioned to make faces at him as he gave his own presentation, a goal unfortunately thwarted by the man's perpetual state of being a shy boy as she so fondly referred to him, likely more often than he appreciated.

The beginning of the meeting involved a lot of things she wasn't particularly interested in, as they didn't involve her or relate to her own projects. This resulted in a lot of time spent on her phone, absently making HOT notes, texting, and sending overly toothy grins Taym's way in an attempt to get him to tell her if she had food in her teeth or not. He failed to reassure her in the manner she requested but reassured her all the same, because he was an a*****e friend, the former not diminishing the later in any way.

Dakota's request briefly got her attention, she frowned in confusion, but eased at Edith's response. People transferred. It was a thing. She had transferred and maybe this was what Dakota felt was the next step in his own...personal growth or whatever. With a small twist of the lips, America tried to set the sudden change as not her business, which, of course, meant she'd probably just try to ferret out the why's of the situation later instead of right now.

When Dylon got up, America looked first concerned because damn he looked like he was having regrets. Then she just looked offended on behalf of the peaches, as if they could possibly be the most toxic piece of food in this room. The subject of the pool brought a certain light to her eye though.

There was a brief pause, which America used, standing up and sliding several file folders to the division lead. "The Town Revitalization project is on schedule. Block A is currently livable with 100% basic repairs completed. Block B is at roughly 50%. Block C, the School section, has begun clean-up. The window situation didn't set us back nearly as far as I was afraid, and I'd like to thank everyone who lent a hand in getting everything taken care of so quickly. It does mean we've gone over budget for the quarter, though," the girl admitted with a frown, but didn't apologize. She wasn't the one who ******** broke them, after all.

"I do have a new request for the school, the particulars are in folder C." America didn't draw in a deep breath or fidget, but she wanted to. It was a big request. "The school building with its classrooms, offices, and various other facilities, including a pool that could be a lot nicer than that old cement block," she caught Dylon's eye with a wink. "It has the potential to be an important communal building, and useful in the organization and advancement of other folks' projects. So I think an important step in realizing that potential is for the shield protecting the gym building and portal to be expanded to cover the whole school."

Smiling with bright confidence, America finished with, "Either way, I think a lot of good things are going to come out of the building once we're through kicking out the bad."

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Edith paged briefly through the folders, making small notations in the margins as America spoke. "I'll deal with the quarterly budgeting, but good work on the progress so far." A pause and the nod, "I'm in favour of an expanded shield, but it'll require the rest of the division leads' agreement to make it go through." She ignored the small face the girl made at that. "I'll get back to you by the end of the week."

Between the look that Marcus gave him, and Edith's snap about language, Finn actually managed to give the latter an apologetic look before saying. "Sorry, Ma'am."

If it wasn't already abundantly clear that Finn was actually trying to behave for once, now it should definitely have been.

He had also been listening quite attentively to what Edith had to say to those who had already approached or spoken to her, taking down a few notes and, for the most part, ignoring the two who were sitting next to him, not interested in what little morsels of barely edible food Marcus might have gone and picked up from the refreshments table. He was here to try to figure things out for himself, as it seemed he'd finally come around to the fact that he was stuck here, like it or not, and in which case he aught to finally find his place, and do what he was good at.

He abruptly stood up, lifting a gloved hand slightly to bring attention to himself. "I've also spent several months, nearly a year, helping out in the infirmary, and have an interest in providing medical assistance on the field. May I also have permission to provide on hand healing at off ground spars?" He inquired, while mentally filing away the information that he should perhaps step up in the infirmary as well, and request work other then that of a typical grunt.

Harrison got nervous enough around the bosses without everything else piling up. Tests, presentations, he always ******** it up somehow and his grades at school had always been shitty as a result. The food table helped. He gulped down the fingerfoods in twos and threes. Olive-peach got rolled up with peanut butter-mayonnaise. He tried to drown all the butterflies while other moons made their proposals.

He was surprised about Dakota, but his wife was in Mist, so...he figured- that should be okay. He was too frantic to think straight.

Once there was a quiet period, he mopped up the sweat on his forehead with his shirt sleeve, and wiped his hands (also sweaty) on his nice jeans.

He stood, concentrating on the paper he'd brought with him, which was by now soggy. But without it he'd forget what to say entirely.

"Okay. So. Hi, m'am. Uh. I been reading, like you told me to. I took shifts on the sparring fields, getting folks to the infirmary, right up until they put up those new wards. After that the only problems been with off-regulation fights, uh,"

Harrison shuffled his paper.

"I still been taking infirmary shifts. Whatever they need me at. And I been trying to keep- the new folks informed, Taym's been putting together that encycolpedia for it but- uh, sometimes, I thought, some announcements when there's a new batch of folks helps. A-about uh, O. Being...careful, uh, keeping a buddy with you and not going off alone. And..." he dropped his voice, sex-ed, the basics."

He'd been keeping an eye out, but so far there'd been no...O ********, or whatever, during any of his duties. He hoped keeping folks informed had helped.

"And me and Rep been working in the towns during my off-time, putting together uh, a place for folks to relax some. A bar. We're...opening soon. Early August. Kind of going to be a party, since- since me and Rep are tying the knot."

He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Everyone's...everyone here's invited. If you guys- if you guys want to come to the ceremony part, you're welcome to. We both owe a lot to this place, and...and me, to this uh- this division...but, you want to come after for drinks and food, or uh, or want to bring like...a-anything, that's- you uh, can. Bring sh-stuff."

Was he forgetting anything? The list he had in his hands was blurring together. Past work, the bar, the wedding- future projects.

"R-right. Me and Rep were also thinking about doing- some...for-hire work, uh, f-fighting or h-headhunting or uh. Or wherever-whatever was available."

On account of being in debt to Mark for five years worth of pay.