Well, this is.. horrible.

[reconstitution]

Who: SS Caprine & visitors
Broadcast: ???
Action: All aboard
When: 8/3


[Dread is probably not a good feeling to have in the face of actually having something resembling a 'team' now. Unfortunately, the way this place seems to love uprooting and depositing people out of nowhere into unfamiliar territory, and it sets him on edge.

His eyes narrow as he looks around yet another place he's unaccustomed, being bombarded by-- colorful shreds of paper and overly-cheerful music. And even more people. Once again, he longs for the familiar weight of a weapon in his hand, but this fleet just loves to suck the comfort out.

At least this is a more permanent residence? Time would tell on that one.]

Comments

[reconstitution]

Acknowledged.

[ He really hopes that Jim has more to show him so that ensures that they will have more meetings like this one. He likes the quiet and the positive reinforcement. It makes him feel like he's actually doing something right. ]

[redactions]

Good.

[ with a small, pleased smile. ]

That's it for today then. Keep the cards, they're a gift. If you have any questions, call. Don't be concerned about waking me up. I don't need that much sleep.

[reconstitution]

[ He opens his mouth to argue about waking him with a call, but closes his mouth and nods instead. He's grateful for the option. So far, sleep hasn't really come easily. Or at all. ]

Yes, sir.

[redactions]

[ He nods when the Soldier doesn't move to protest or afford commentary. ]

Next report at 0700H tomorrow. Dismissed.

[reconstitution]

Acknowledged, sir. 0700.