Goodwill PR Tour!

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Who| The Director and volunteers
What| Goodwill PR Tour to Legion-Lacking planets!
Where| Rann, Tamaran, and Korugar
When| The following week
Warnings/Notes| N/A, will add as needed

[[Plot Note: Rann subthreads going up tonight. Tamaran tomorrow, and Korugar on Sunday]]
[[ooc: PLEASE WAIT TO TAG UNTIL I HAVE PUT UP SUBHEADERS PLEASE AND THANK YOU! have at it!]]

It's something of a whirlwind tour; each stop begins with a fancy dress evening meet and greet mingle, the following day there's a panel where they talk about their experiences, notable missions, what it means to them to be a Legionnaire and what they bring to the overall battle, and ends with a Question and Answer session where the accumulated crowd and reporters can ask specific things of all or specific Legionnaires. If they feel so inclined, time is made for demonstrations and talents. They break for lunch, then reconvene for two to three hours to autographs pictures and action figures or other wares and sundry people might want their favorite (represented) Legionnaire's signature on.

So far, everything seems to be going along just fine ...

Comments

[truefaceofthelaw]

Rico makes a little hum of agreement in the back of his throat.

"Your organizational skills leave little to be desired, director. It's clear those are where your talents lie." Paper pushers. "Still, you should always be vigilant. You never know how things could go wrong at any minute!" he says, cheerfully.

And speaking of. If Claire thought that would be enough of a deterrent to snooping, she thought wrong. Rico walks around to the back of her chair, leans down a bit and shoves his face uncomfortably close over her head, completely unashamed. He points a finger at the screen helpfully.

"Two thousand creds for a ride to the capitol? You're getting us ripped off."

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With a sharp huff of irritation, Claire flips the tablet facedown on the table and slides her arm over it, curling in her chair to look point blank at Rico, and as much as she doesn't like having him this close - she's not about to let that show.

"Which is exactly why I am contacting them, Mr. Dredd. Let me remind you your role here is to present Legion's best face forward to these public audiences, not the organizational practices therein. If you have an issue with the way I run things, I encourage you to take it up with the Legion's offices."

She can say this confidently, knowing they'd be on her side.

[truefaceofthelaw]

Rico straightens his spine and leans back out of Claire's space, slightly disappointed that the source of his fun was taken away. But he doesn't step back, still standing at the back of her chair facing down at her.

"Oh please. Don't call me mister," he drawls. "And what about this isn't the Legion's best face forward?" he says, as he rubs his chin with his thumb.

He's sure he could pore over the financial records and find some kind of insignificant transaction that could've been much reduced, and send a ten page report on it. Hell, he has free time. Too much of it recently. "But that's an excellent idea, Miss Dearing. Might take you up on that. Not to insult the excellent work you've been doing so far, of course."

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"Knock yourself out, you're certainly good at picking through the details." She doesn't mean that in a good way, but if he can think she's giving him a compliment she'll take it. Also, go ahead and write a ten page paper. Write twenty. Anything that'll keep him off her back.

Claire smiles at him, the quiet expectation that he will understand this as his dismissal, but she's not about to go back to her duties until after he leaves.

In fact, she's thinking that once he does head off she'll probably take this to her room and lock the door. So much for the space-side office.