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[english_dignity]

Who: Arthur Kirland and Open
Broadcast: Network - Unfiltered
Action: SS Marsiva
When: Thursday evening

[The badly angled view of Marsiva's viewing bay should be familiar to most before Arthur gets his camera angled right to actually show his face. It figured he'd be dragged away on his day off. Meeting new people when he actually looked respectable and not dressed like a punk (Union Jack shirt, earrings, and temporary green streaks in his hair included) would just be too much to ask for, wouldn't it?]

Really, kidnapped to a reality show in space. If I didn't know better I'd think someone had given me a good sound whack on the head. This would make more sense as a hallucination.

[Grumbles, flicking a few green strands from his face and trying to straighten his clothes to look somewhat respectable. The proper English accent helps, he's sure.]

Well, since it sounds like I'm not the only one in this situation, I might as well say hello. I'm Arthur Kirkland, of Great Britain. It's a pleasure to meet you. Circumstances aside of course. I'm sorry for my appearance, but this caught me a little off-guard.

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[mucked]

Oh? What's your field?

[english_dignity]

Government work, nothing that interesting. Mostly trade agreements or just whatever Her Majesty or our Prime Minister tell me. Other times it's... well I believe one of my colleagues phrased it as 'direct diplomacy' once. Which is a nicer way of saying attending meetings where everyone pretty much just shouts their own opinion and very little actually gets done.

[mucked]

[ a diplomat. heaven help them all. ]

Sounds like just about any meeting I've ever been to. Especially the part about little getting done.

[english_dignity]

[Well someone needs to give America a good bonk on the head when he starts talking giant robots and nonsense like that.]

The only useful thing about them is that they tend to serve good tea most of the time. The rest I might as well sleep through for all the use they are. I prefer to get things done more directly, but unfortunately, Elizabeth frowns on the idea of just letting me bring a sword to get my point across.

[mucked]

A sword? [ said very much in the tone of someone who's thinking what good will that do? ]

[english_dignity]

It used to be a man's best tool for diplomacy.

[There's a touch of feralness to that smile before he buries it under a more polite one again.]

Certainly more satisfying than shouting at them from across a table until you break for supper.

[mucked]

[ a bit churlish, admittedly, but: ] I've always preferred a gun.

[english_dignity]

Better range, but not an option when I entered politics.

[Did say he was older than he looked... Chronologically at least.]

[mucked]

[ well hmm!

peggy concedes a bit of ground: ] Best to keep both options to yourself while in the fleet, I imagine. Most days are quite peaceful.

[english_dignity]

Don't worry, I'm no warmonger. I prefer peace as well. [Smiles.] Watching after your own is easier in the peace than in times of fighting.