[Locked to New Hires] [Backdated to the evening after Planker/the 'riot']

[kingofneworleans]

[Remy's kicked back on one of the beds in his room, comm on hover as he shuffles a set of cards carelessly. The kind of movement that's used by people trying to deal with left over energy.]

Merci beaucoup for de distraction, mes amis. Made gettin' in an' outta de Executive Deck a lot easier.

[Did people know that there was a group breaking into the Exec deck? A few. Saturday certainly implied that there were folks who knew about it, at least.]

Got some interestin' bits of info an' kit, too.

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[kingofneworleans]

[Remy reaches to the side and comes up with a folder and a small address-type book with a black cover. A literal 'little black book'.]

Main t'in' my group foun' was an exec dat takes de 'no fraternization' policy 'bout as serious as mos' of us do. Wit' a bit of a twist, 'cause she's got quite a few folks dat she's havin' fun wit'. Only dey don' know 'bout one 'nother, hein?

[And that's the problem he has with it. Fine with the rest of it, but don't be an asshole about stringing people along.]

If not'in' else, dis is de kin'a info mos' folks'd do a lot to keep outta de wrong hands. Might be useful for gettin' more info at a later date.

[Also no problems with blackmail. Not in an instance like this, at least.]

[Then again, he's not the one getting blackmailed.]

[greyerrant]

[ Loken in his minimal knowledge of human sexuality, is utterly confused by this. Well, at least it isn't Remy's accent. ]

Excuse me?

[kingofneworleans]

[In fairness, it's usually Remy's accent. Which is why he does his best to smooth out the reply.]

Basically, she's stringin' 'long a few folks while taking... [He makes a considering sound at the back of his throat.] Intimate and possibly incriminatin' pictures of dem. An' she's quite pro'ly havin' intimate relations with all of 'em. Dat part, I ain't got a pro'lem with, but she doesn't seem to have told dem 'bout each other.

[greyerrant]

How... Improper.

That kind of dishonesty could get someone in trouble, could it not?

[ Loken sounds amused at the prospect. ]

[kingofneworleans]

Well, de relationships would get her in trouble with the higher ups. But the dishonesty? Dat'd get her in trouble with a lot of people.

[And is far more likely the way that Remy would go. Letting Jorgmund know about it would get everybody involved in trouble, after all. No need for that.]

[greyerrant]

While it pains me a bit to weaponize someone's fraternization against them, I do think this might be a fruitful avenue to pursue.

[ He looks a bit strangled saying that, but it's about as good an endorsement as you're going to get from the stuffy Space Marine. ]

[kingofneworleans]

Ain't like I'm much for blackmail neither, mon ami.

[Remy's been on the other side of that one a few too many times himself.]

Still. We wanna survive an' get outta dis, sometimes you use weapons dat leave a bad taste in your mouth, hein?

[greyerrant]

"There are weapons and there are weapons. This may be dishonorable, but the initially dishonorable act was committed by her. We simply have used subterfuge to bring her perfidy to light. It may be unpatable, but I do deem it acceptable in our fight for freedom."

He thinks for a moment. "How would it be best to disseminate the information to cause maximum disruption?"

[ownperson]

The woman is also absent-minded as fuck. Her desk is a mess of post-its full of fucking passwords and other shit. We tried her computer but it was no fuckin' use with so many to pick from, we had to bail.

Seriously, I don't think she's ever thrown a post-it note out in her life.

Makes her a prime fuckin' target for that password scam Lonestar proposed if we ever needed that, but she's also not an important scientist or some shit, so. Least there's the fuckin' book.

[kingofneworleans]

If her memory were any better, she might not be keepin' a book like dis. Den 'gain, it's hard keepin' dis many relationships straight.