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Call for a good time

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From:

everythinglost

[Fitz would file this under one of the more alarming messages he's received. But then, he doesn't receive a lot of messages from people he doesn't know. It takes him a moment to figure it out.]

You're Dogma, right?

From:

inflexecutioner

Yes, sir.

From:

everythinglost

You can call me Fitz, if you want. I'm really not military. And this isn't one of those prisons that usually goes in for beatings for perceived informality. [Perhaps not an appropriate joke.

He's only occasionally talked with his temporary inmates, but since Dogma reached out -]

How long have you been here?

From:

inflexecutioner

Fifty-five days local time, sir.

From:

everythinglost

Right, so still pretty recent.

[He squints at him. There's something familiar there. Probably passing him in the halls or something.]

What do you think?

From:

inflexecutioner

It feels like a long time to me, sir.

I've tried to keep busy, but my duties are...light.

From:

everythinglost

You still have a breach to go before you get the three rings.

Yeah, it can be an adjustment for people who are used to having more duties or more active schedules. What sort of stuff did you do before?

From:

inflexecutioner

I was a soldier.

[Past tense.

He wants to ask about the three rings, but isn't bold enough to reveal his ignorance. Maybe he'll ask Fives later.]

From:

everythinglost

And not the type that had to fill a lot of downtime on spaceships?

From:

inflexecutioner

No, sir. We don't need as much sleep as humans.

[What else would you do with time when not training or dying????]

From:

everythinglost

There's not even as much point in gambling.

[The reasonable time filler that he's noticed in his... brushes with various armies.]

So, would you like to have more stuff to do?

From:

inflexecutioner

[In a rush of relief.]

Yes please, sir.

I already volunteered for the infirmary but usually it's...empty.

From:

everythinglost

I didn't think the infirmary saw much action. We get to skip a lot of the wear and tear of normal life, even normal civilian, outside of a war-zone, life.

Do you know anything about cooking?

From:

inflexecutioner

No, sir.

From:

everythinglost

Perfect, good place to start. And everyone should know at least a bit about cooking.

How about this, I can teach you how to cook some basic stuff. Or you could ask someone you like, as pointed out, we all usually have a bit of space on our schedules. Anyway, once you got that, you could sign up for working in the cafeteria instead. People use that way more than the infirmary, and it fills up more time.

From:

inflexecutioner

[He has a kneejerk internal reaction against the idea of switching, but controls it well enough. And it's never bad to get more training.]

When should I report to you?

From:

everythinglost

Tomorrow afternoon? We can do after lunch, since I don't know what military time you might use.

I'm down on level six, cabin two.

From:

inflexecutioner

Yes, sir.

[He'll be there.]

From:

everythinglost

'After lunch' means that Fitz has been awake long enough to make himself a cup of tea, and so remembers that he'd extended the invitation that he's not confused when Dogma shows up. Just barely, but he still counts that as a win.

"Good morning."

From:

inflexecutioner

".....good morning."

He thought it was afternoon!!! He still has not figured out the local time. He feels stupid, and he hates it. He can keep up, though. It's fine. He just came from the dining hall so he is SURE he is here at the right time.

He doesn't salute, since Fitz said he wasn't military, but he does stand at attention out of sheer nerves and habit.

From:

everythinglost

"Do you want a cuppa?"

Fitz waves towards the table and kettle. His perpetual slouch isn't more pronounced than usual, but Dogma standing at attention doesn't improve his own posture.

From:

inflexecutioner

Quentin has introduced him to tea, fortunately, and he...likes it.

"Yes, please."

From:

everythinglost

"Good man. Sugar?"

He refills his own cup after pouring one for Dogma. Now that he can see him, the feeling of familiarity is striking even harder.

"Are there other people from your universe on board?"

From:

inflexecutioner

Approval! He got something right in that exchange. Dogma seems to warm, a little, although it would be hard to identify the exact change in his expression.

"Yes, please. My brothers Fives and Tup are also on board." Not to mention Cal, Luke, Hux, and Bodhi, but Dogma has no idea about them.

From:

everythinglost

Fitz grins at him, a big believer in liberal applications of sugar.

"Right, Fives, I -" He breaks off when the second name registers, but manages to restrain the urge to snicker through willpower, and a quick gulp of tea. "I've run into him a few times. Don't think I've met the other one." He would remember. "How's that treating you?"