video; un: max

[ebeje]

Good evening.

[ The feed clicks to life to a modestly dressed (that is, modest in means, not necklines) but well-kept young woman, seated in the likely familiar mid-level chaos of refugee housing. The walls are not well-painted, and the quarters a bit close, but it's what they're all dealing with, or have recently, and Max is no exception. ]

Like the rest of you, I am finding myself starting over in this place — finding work, building a life. Given the nature of our presence here, displaced from our homes and our histories, it seems the only base of support many of us may have is each other.

So I wondered if those of you who have found your feet might share — what work have you found yourselves suited to here? How are you making your way in this world? Or how do you plan to, if those plans have not yet come to fruition?

And how does that compare to your ambitions? Is the position your hold now everything you had hoped for, [ unlikely, her tone suggests, but feel free to surprise her, ] or is there more that you would seek to accomplish? Perhaps there are others here who could lend their aid, or whose ambitions might align with your own.

[ Perhaps Max can help. c: ]


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[ebeje]

[ Max gives By the kind of look that suggests she might have accidentally tipped his tea into his lap every morning for a week, had he sprung this on her with no warning. A n y w a y. ]

Not at all. There are beds enough, are there not? I am not as bothered by close quarters, I think, as our more blue-blooded housemates may be.

[ Not something Max typically displays much pride in, but right now that is of secondary priority to making Prior feel welcome. ]

[priorly]

[Oh, see there's something in that look, the I could kill you while you sleep and smile sweetly doing it look that Prior takes to immediately.]

Now don't start a class hierarchy. I come from a society beyond such things. We worship only celebrity and cash.

[He raises an eyebrow, grinning and tipping his head back to find Byerly again. Assuming he's one of the blue-bloods in question-]

Are you bothered by close quarters? You should have said.

[vorrutyer]

Not a bit.

[ Byerly shrugs fluidly. ]

Perhaps I might if I weren't so utterly head-over-heels in love with my housemates, but they're such marvelous women. I can't help myself.

[ebeje]

You are blessed in that respect, [ she agrees, shameless. Anora may not be Max's favorite person just yet, but she can't deny the woman is also impressive, in her way. ]

But tell me, where do you come from that is beyond hierarchy? Have men truly grown tired of stepping upon their fellow man?

[ Sounds fake js. ]

[priorly]

Oh goodness, no. We just don't use titles and droit de seigneur to do it. We hire lawyers.

[He gets up, seeking out what he originally came looking for, which is to say Byerly and the tea he's making.]

When someone denies you your rights in America, you know they've really put in the time filing the paperwork to do it.

[vorrutyer]

[ By smoothly passes over a cup for Prior, winking in salute. ]

Heavens. Cruelty is one thing, but bureaucracy? America sounds dreadful.

[ebeje]

[ Max's eyes light up with a small but wicked delight. ]

The Americas sound somewhat different than last I saw them — but I have seen them, and you know what that means, don't you?

[ She leans conspiratorially in Prior's direction, lack of proximity be damned. ]

That we are both of us from Earth, and we have them outnumbered.

[priorly]

[Prior's lips catch in a smile.]

Why, we're practically sisters. [There's a pause, he looks at her for a second longer than he should, eyes flickering momentarily narrower, then adds.] What do you know.

[With a sidelong look at Byerly, he lifts his hand to the side of his mouth and whispers as loud as speaking.]

Don't talk about the coup while they're in the room.

[vorrutyer]

[ A small smile plays over Byerly's lips, though he rolls his eyes towards the ceiling with a decidedly long-suffering air. ]

Heavens. Surrounded by restive proles. I clearly need to work hard to find myself some Imperial Security men, to save me from you two vicious Terran fashionistas.