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Does your postgrad hit on everyone he meets, or is that just my special privilege?

davor isn't my postgrad.

yes he does, but he's harmless.

just ignore him and he'll leave you alone.

You outrank him. He's your postgrad. I've been ignoring him for a week.

you're new and exciting, and we work in a basement. if he doesn't back off some in a couple of days, i'll talk to him.

[ also cambridge being there means gabe gets hit on slightly less, which he's pretty okay with.

sorry not sorry. ]

he's not my postgrad because it doesn't look good when your graduate supervisor is the same age as the postgrads. and savage likes mothering people, so we pretty much hand it all over to him. (also, "outrank"? really?)

Edited 2012-10-05 04:56 (UTC)

Appreciate it.

Really. [ hierarchies exist everywhere. deal with it. sir. ]

I'm going to go out on a limb here and assume Dr. Savage also handles the postgrads because Dr. Benton doesn't give a shit.

this isn't the cia. there isn't a chain of command, beyond benton being in charge and the intern being dead last.

[ please don't make him admit that he doesn't know the intern's name.

(and ftlog please don't call him sir he's not that old yet) ]

you've met benton. would you want him in charge of guiding baby postgrad birds out of the science nest? the answer to that is christ no, because he'd probably kick them out of the nest before they had real feathers and basic grant-writing proficiency.

and i have completely ruined that metaphor, so let's go with "because benton doesn't give a shit and savage is a saint".

Yes, sir. I'm aware of that, sir.

[ oh my god, look, it jokes! ]

Let's leave the metaphors to the English majors.

was that a joke? i feel like i should screencap this moment for posterity, because otherwise langley's never going to believe that you actually told a joke.

No. I lost my sense of humor in the war. You might have better luck with NYC.

langley doesn't have to think it was funny, i just want to prove that it actually happened. twice.

[ fill in this blank with your own "which war was that?" joke ]

Then forward my texts.

[ SLIGHTLY SHEEPISH PAUSE ]

that would be easier than screencapping on a phone, wouldn't it.

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(sorry.)

[ spoilers: he's actually not. ]

[ you're exactly five years old, aren't you.

(fine, okay, he smirked. well done.) ]

(Bullshit.)

[ spoilers: he knows. ]

do the magic alarm bells in your brain still go off if i'm a little sorry?

[ this is an important question. for reasons. ]

Not over text. But it doesn't take a superpower to know you enjoyed that.

[ a minute later... ]

I can tell if you're lying, and the severity of the lie. But not what you're lying about. I thought you'd been briefed about that.

at the rate that briefing went, you're all lucky i can keep which powers go with which cities straight in my head.

[ LOOPHOLE FOUND

DANGER, WILL ROBINSON, DANGER ]

besides, it's always more interesting to hear it from someone who actually has that power--and i didn't know the thing about text.

[ congratulations, you've discovered a loophole the rest of the order has known about for years. ]

I think your IQ can handle a game of mix and match.

[ because the alternative's clearly devastating. ]

You learn something new every day.

[ shut your face, he's new. ]

the more you know. ~~~★

as long as there isn't going to be a pop quiz on the powers of the azerbaijani order any time soon, we'll be fine. (or any international incidents, i guess.)

[ . . . that's both impressive and slightly sad at the same time. ⚠ ]

It's DC's job to mitigate foreign damage control when it crops up. You're safe.

[ probably. until the next world war. ]

That said, wouldn't put it past Seattle.

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