[Locked to New Hires]

[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan shows up on video, clearly on the muggy roof trying to get one of his contraband cigarettes in without ending up butterfly chow. It's put him in a good mood, adding the spice of daring-do to the morning smoke. He's got a sneaky grin on his face.

Better to actually get to work on doing something instead of wallowing in raw memories.]

Hypothetical question. [He glances over his shoulder and sees that none of the wildlife is about to attack him, then takes a drag.] If you could pick Planker's brain, what would you want to know?

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[hallelujahjunction]

[Dan doesn't disagree with any of this. What Kerrigan's asking for is more than the reasonable type and amount of intelligence that one would need to try and, say, stage a coup in a technologically-advanced rolling slave ship. It's also not the sort of things that Dan would necessarily think to ask, since his industry involves much more asking about where someone's grandma is buried and whether werewolves are allergic to chocolate than anything involving tactics or moving units of people and systems.

So even though he's grinning as he steps out of sight of another low-flying butterfly, his tone is serious and respectful as he addresses Kerrigan.]

I'd say you're going to need to write this down for me, but that wouldn't work. Anyhow. If this goes according to plan, this pillow talk is going to be a little unorthodox.

[zerg_rush]

[Oh, yuck. Given her talents, Kerrigan's well-used to humanity's id, but she's most definitely not in the habit of seeking it out.]

...Right. Assuming this even works [a large assumption from where she's standing] maybe just sabotage his psi-blocker and I'll take care of it during the next training session.

[hallelujahjunction]

I'm not sure how to do that. Is that something you might could walk me through before I head in there? Tech ain't my strong suit and brain surgery sure as hell ain't.