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[ It's been a week since Jim Gordon's arrival on the Tranquility. (A week since he woke up covered in goo, a week since a girl who looked like she escaped the renaissance faire told him he'd wound up — one way or another — in space with no obvious way back home.)

A week, all things considered, is a pretty good amount of time. Enough to get relatively acquainted with the ship, to get a grip on the sorts of communiqués that are sent to and fro on the network. All in all, the ship isn't his idea of a vacation, but he's not the kind of man who's ever been given to sitting around on his laurels, or complaining about what he's been given. And so: ]

1. re: SEC force: I would like to offer my own services, if at all possible.

[ The message stays unsent for a long moment. He doesn't have much else to say, at least not for the moment. At length, he resumes typing, before actually publishing the text. ]

2. Also, is there anyone else in the manifesto with my surname?

Thank you for your time,
J. Gordon

Comments

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

If I might inquire, what skills do you offer?

Regards,
M. Edgeworth

[text]

[did]

I spent 30+ years on my home city's police force, including nearly 10 as police commissioner.
Hopefully that provides a sufficient picture, or the beginnings of one.

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

[Well hello.]

There is no question of that. What is your preferred mode of address? Commissioner?

[majestyofthethrone]

What do you do, Mr. Gordon?

[text]

[did]

[ The question brings him some pause, but he responds quickly enough. ]

I'm guessing it's something of a moot point out here, but Commissioner will do fine.

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

Very well. I work for the security force and should be glad to assist you in finding a position.

[did]

I was a police officer, back home.

You?

[majestyofthethrone]

....I'm a schoolgirl.

[text]

[did]

Thank you. Hopefully I'll be able to be of some help.

[text]

[jurisimpudent]

Excellent. Might I inquire which city you served?

( anon text ) till she feels like it.

[felinely]

I can't recall anyone with that last name.

Though perhaps if I knew your first name and not just initial, that might help me some here?

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[learnedtosmile]

[Wow Blake has a lot of mixed feelings about this. It takes him a while to come up with some kind of response.]

Somehow, being in space makes it much easier to remember to check corners.

[did]

Not the worst of professions.
Had a couple of kids in school, myself.

[ He winces once the message is sent, wondering if it's oversharing in the name of making conversation. Still, what's done is done. ]

[majestyofthethrone]

Well it's not really a profession, yet.

Where are you from?

[text]

[did]

Gotham City, from start to end.

( text )

[did]

James.

Though, that said, I don't think my first name's going to change my last any.

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[did]

[ Well, how about that. ]

Cool your head off any, either?

[did]

Gotham City. United States.

[majestyofthethrone]

Oh.

You're not alone, you know.

[did]

Yeah, I'm coming around to that realization.
Thanks, though.

[majestyofthethrone]

You're welcome.

My name is Seraphim. Seraphim Dias.

[did]

It's nice to meet you.

[ The phrase feels awkward over text, but what can you do. ]

Mind if I ask where you're from?

[majestyofthethrone]

Massachusetts. Lynn. Have you heard of it?

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[learnedtosmile]

Not sure about that, yet. [Read: Probably not.]

Tyke is heading up security. I've spoken with her, she seems decent enough.

[anonymous text]

[notmydiagnosis]

[ Crane is a naturally paranoid individual--rightfully so. There's already a policeman aboard from Gotham. People are appearing that are closer and closer when it comes to his world.

That, and J Gordon is a name that's come up in court on more than one occasion--he was a detective, after all ]

Why security?