mingle with the commoners or something

[huaaaaagh]

Who: Paisley crew and visitors
Broadcast: N/A
Action: On the Paisley!
When: All month, it's a mingle!!

[Sup, team? Off the planet we all go, and upgrades we did get. Enjoy the coffee supply, it is guaranteed to not last long. But hey, the beds are nice!]

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[timelapsed]

I know, right? If I wasn't so dead-set on photography, I might consider taking up interior decorating. [ No she wouldn't. You're not that good, Max. ]

I still need some proper photography equipment to really get this looking nice. For now, I'll have to settle for making it look presentable instead. [ Which means moving the couch. And desk. ]

[stefanged]

We'll make you a proper sign and everything. "Max Caulfield, Official Fleet Photographer."

[In the blink of an eye - literally a blink - he's holding out said handmade sign. It's a sanded down piece of wood, with "Official Fleet Photographer" written in Stefan's ornate cursive. He's even got the tape necessary to hold it in place. (It's also not a very heavy sign.)]

Where do you think this should go?

[timelapsed]

Okay, wowzer. [ Yes, she just said wowzer unironically. ] That was quick. Had it ready?

And uh, probably outside the door. That's where those kind of signs usually go, right?

[stefanged]

[Now he looks a little embarrassed, ducking his head a little to avoid her gaze]

I was gonna give it to you for Eid, but I uh... ["I couldn't wait that long."] Happy New Year.

And uh, yeah, they do. But it's your call.

[timelapsed]

Thanks, Stefan. Really, it's great. [ She is really grateful. Man, what did she do to deserve such awesome shipmates? ]

And yeah, I think outside the door would be best. Let's do it.

[stefanged]

You're more than welcome.

[He nods at her instructions, running off to get something that'll hold the sign in place - essentially, the space equivalent of command strips. It takes him a few minutes, but he finds enough to hold the sign up. He'll hang it nice and straight, underneath the plaque with her name on it.]

Does this work?

[timelapsed]

[ Max admires his handiwork. ] Hells yeah! That looks great.

Now I can pretend to be official. Next step; business cards. [ She's joking. Could you imagine Max with business cards??? ]

[stefanged]

There's an idea. [He laughs, trying to imagine this. He could actually see it, which is the strangest part!] If we weren't getting paid every month, I'd seriously consider it.

If you're gonna capture everything, why not get paid along the way?