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Not too long after a certain meeting, Tambrey took a chance to access her messages. It was during this that she realised it would probably be wise to make sure some of those who hadn't been present at the meeting, but who would undoubtedly be necessary in many of the phases of the projects to come, should receive a briefing, or some kind of memo or information regarding what had been covered. It would be nice, too, to learn a little more about more of the other departments and just what range of talents they really had... She was well aware that, in the Science Department, talents were very varied from member to member... In the Tech Department, certain members even had access to resources that seemed, currently, slightly restricted within the temporary base. The Elite she had in mind, however, did have a bit of a... reputation. Still, better to try and gather as many talents as possible, than back down for some anxiety. Tambrey had, therefore, communicated with, and received an invitation of an appointment with Seth; she tried very hard to keep a certain, years-old, image from her mind as she stood in the elevator up to his receptionist's office, on her way to the appointment. She suspected that, as useless as being a wimp in front of him would be, he rather wouldn't appreciate giggling either...
It had almost been a shame to -not- wear her uniform; to her it was still new, and she rather relished it as a symbol of the new, if still somewhat limited, freedom she'd gained with the promotion, however, it wouldn't really be wise to wear it in public, so she dressed casually, but smart.
A pair of slacks, a blue blouse and flat, tan, shoes accompanied by her basalt necklace, glasses and a blue hair tie for a ponytail; Tambrey felt like she probably looked at least a little professional.
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 5:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 7:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 09, 2014 8:44 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 7:25 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 9:30 am
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Tambrey began to relax as the secretary left and, despite the intimidating elite, things dropped back into 'rocket norm' a little... Right up until a large, shiny, electric type came to check her out. She froze, refusing to move until the luxray moved off again, and then, crossing to the chair, with a wary look to the beast, keeping an eye on it until she was 'safely' sitting down.
Well, this was going to be fun then... She tried to focus on work. "Um. Well. I guess it's safe to talk then? Um. First of all, there's this; she handed a flash drive across the desk. It has encrypted... stuff on it so you'll need to um, do whatever it is gets in unencrypted..." She had no idea; computing was not an expert skill of her's "But there's a lot of notes on there about the recent meeting."
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:17 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:48 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 10:08 am
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"Huh. You're not kidding..." Tambrey muttered, further, as, after the elevator ride, the door opened to reveal, first, a secure hallway, and then something that did look rather like a Batcave to her; there were large screens!
It was, for a scientist, quite an impressive space- even if she wasn't very clued up on tech, the equipment was envy-inducing, a little. Sure, she had access to some wonderful equipment, information and techniques at Rocket-held labs, but this was Seth's own, personal, set-up...
She began to feel an urge to touch stuff, but was professional and restrained enough not to. Instead she followed him to the computer and hovered nearby, waiting for his comments.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 3:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 3:43 pm
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Tambrey was broken out of her mental exploration of the room by the snort, and then blinked a little at the criticism of the idea... It was blunt, but so far, this hadn't been as bad as she thought it could be; he hadn't shouted or anything, really.
"Um... Well, it's true there could be, um, issues, but we're pretty confident we can," What was that word? The nice, professional word for 'guess at what might go wrong and plan for it?' "anticipate... some of the more serious issues and, um, several of the countermeasures being considered are already there, on the, um, thingy."
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