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[VOICE/TEXT/VIDEO; OPEN TO ALL.]
(Carmen, you probably want this one.)

"State your name and whatever business you may have with me; I'll return your call once circumstances allow."

[Please state in the subject line if OOC planning is preferred and we can handwave like the wind, but otherwise IC will be assumed!]

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[VIDEO] | 2nd March 2015

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[It doesn't usually take Emmy quite this long to get dressed in the morning; she's never really been one to fuss over her appearance too much. Today, however, things feel a bit different; she's been adjusting her clothes and cap in front of her mirror for a good few minutes, trying to ensure that she's completely pleased with the image it's presenting to her. She didn't think the Rocket uniform could ever look overly professional, but...at least it looks pretty good in general; even if the long boots did take a bit of getting used to. At least these ones fit a lot better.

Once she's finally happy with her new uniform (it admittedly takes a few more minutes...), she positions her Gear on her desk and stands in front of it, flicking it on with a gloved hand and folding her arms behind her back in the stance she's seen other Privates use.

With any luck, the odd nervous feeling in her stomach will dissipate by the time the conversation starts.]

Are you there, Mr Kimblee? I'd like to talk to you, if this isn't inconvenient.

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[Well, it doesn't take him long to respond; hopefully you've gotten everything sorted out by then!

He does notice the uniform, but that doesn't mean he won't let her say her own piece before he comments; a bit rude to do otherwise, isn't it.]

I am - it's good to hear from you, Miss Altava.

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[Oh, he's there; that's a good start! Resisting the urge to fidget, Emmy instead focuses on keeping the pose she's currently in; at least that will ensure she doesn't do anything silly.]

It's a pleasure to be speaking to you, as always! I don't know if you've heard - I'm not quite sure how things work amongst the higher-ups - but if you haven't heard, I wanted you to be the first to hear!

[...alright, let's just...move past the fact that she used varients of the word 'heard' far too many times in that sentence-]

I received word earlier today; I've been promoted to the rank of Private. I've been assigned as an official trainer for the new recruits, and well...I'm actually really pleased about that! I was worried I'd be given some horrible mission, but I think I'll really enjoy this one. As much as I can, anyway!

[Shifting slightly, Emmy brings one of her hands up to her head in what is unmistakably a salute.

...it's likely an imperfect one, but she's giving it her best shot.]

So since you're my superior officer, I wanted to let you know that I'm here and willing to follow any orders you have! At least, I'm pretty sure that's how things work around here, anyway!

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[...Emmy...]

Ah, it's good to hear all that - it seems you've been adjusting well to being here overall, then.

I do have a few questions for you later, if you don't mind, but they're best suited to private conversation, if you get my drift; once I'm back in Goldenrod, perhaps. Until then, you have my congratulations; I don't have any particular assignments for you for the time being, but that may change sometime in future.

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[HER BEST SHOT, KIMBLEE]

Ah, of course! I don't have any pressing engagements with the team at the moment, so we can meet at your leisure. Of course, if it's an order, there'll be no question about it - I'll be there~!

[...it's still okay to be flippant like this, right? That's not inappropriate?

...oh, who cares.]

Nothing I can answer now?

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Ah, unfortunately not - personal matters and all. However, I would like to meet with you again soon; I've missed doing so quite a bit.

You're still not paying, by the way.

[In other words, yes, it is perfectly fine to be flippant.]

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[Excellent; there is only so much of this 'perfect soldier' routine that she could handle...]

And here I was hoping I could make a good impression on my superior by treating him to lunch! Are you really going to rob me of the chance to do that, sir?

[...there's also the fact that this is really fun, but you know...totally not the point, and all!]

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You raise an interesting point, and speaking as your superior, I suppose I should grant you the opportunity...however, speaking as a gentleman, I'm sure you understand why I can't allow such a thing.

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[...]

...you know, I really thought that line was going to finally be my winner.

[Heh. Ever the gentleman...]

I suppose I will admit defeat this time, Mr Kimblee. Are you alright with that cafe we used to frequent?

[You know, the reasonably-priced one...]