[Sometimes, too much delay is a disadvantage. This isn't Ari's only plan, but it's the best-formed one, and now is the time for action. She approaches the door to the bridge, and places this note against it. It's been carefully written, but by someone for whom handwriting, beyond a flourishy signature, is very unfamiliar.]
Captain, in peace and prosperity,
I request a private meeting with you at your earliest convenience, for the purpose of negotiation.
I believe that what I have to say will be of interest to you. Please advise me of a suitable time.
[Yes, he got all the names, that makes it serious. She's going to stand there at the door for a while, just in case. There's a reason she dressed her best this morning.]
[After a while standing at that door with no response, she had assumed she wasn't going to get one. The note she finds later. It's obvious; it's the only thing out-of-place in that cabin of hers.
Is she going to open it? Of course she is. Carefully.]
It's dark half of second shift. For the non-spacers among us, that's the early hours in the morning. Here's Ari, outside the captain's door again, still with her fancy coat on. Calling out, nice and loud:]
Come out, Captain Dickbutt!
[Well, if you will leave nothing but your signature...]
[She did store the original away safely, so that'll be a little surprise for her at some point in future, finding it's gone. Ari holds what she thinks is the second one, and speaks almost conversationally, as if she thinks he's standing right behind that door. She trusts he'll hear her, regardless.]
It's a unique calling card, I'll give you that. But I know you've met with your other captives [she's not going to sugarcoat it] so am I to conclude that you're too nervous to talk to me? I've met a lot of captains, and that's not very captainly behavior, hiding away on the bridge.
[Of course she knows by now that he's not physically threatened by her. He has the power of life and death, in a much more literal fashion than any ordinary captain. Yet there are other reasons a person could be nervous - so she's going to poke at it.]
[Very cute! She just stares at that for a long moment. Well, there's her answer.]
I see it! You're nervous because you wanted to ask me if you can join the Tradelines! I'm sorry to disappoint, Captain Dickbutt, but you really aren't qualified for that at present.
[If he's intent on trying to mock and shame her, she'll just keep turning it back. Arilanna Tayrey has certainly been cured of the careful respect she was first trying to afford him, as a foreign captain.
She gives him - or the door, really - a cheery little wave.]
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For the Captain, November 6
Captain, in peace and prosperity,
I request a private meeting with you at your earliest convenience, for the purpose of negotiation.
I believe that what I have to say will be of interest to you. Please advise me of a suitable time.
Lieutenant Arilanna Lorenza Kittredge Carrington Tayrey, TS Prosperity
[Yes, he got all the names, that makes it serious. She's going to stand there at the door for a while, just in case. There's a reason she dressed her best this morning.]
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>open?]
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Is she going to open it? Of course she is. Carefully.]
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It also tells her exactly how much respect this captain has for conventional negotiation. That's fine, she's learnt something.
Nobody can say that she didn't try. Now she's free to concentrate on her somewhat less polite plans.]
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It's dark half of second shift. For the non-spacers among us, that's the early hours in the morning. Here's Ari, outside the captain's door again, still with her fancy coat on. Calling out, nice and loud:]
Come out, Captain Dickbutt!
[Well, if you will leave nothing but your signature...]
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It's a unique calling card, I'll give you that. But I know you've met with your other captives [she's not going to sugarcoat it] so am I to conclude that you're too nervous to talk to me? I've met a lot of captains, and that's not very captainly behavior, hiding away on the bridge.
[Of course she knows by now that he's not physically threatened by her. He has the power of life and death, in a much more literal fashion than any ordinary captain. Yet there are other reasons a person could be nervous - so she's going to poke at it.]
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it's an entirely novel one, so there's at least a 75% chance it's not just another dickbutt.]
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Still. She'll open it.]
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I see it! You're nervous because you wanted to ask me if you can join the Tradelines! I'm sorry to disappoint, Captain Dickbutt, but you really aren't qualified for that at present.
[If he's intent on trying to mock and shame her, she'll just keep turning it back. Arilanna Tayrey has certainly been cured of the careful respect she was first trying to afford him, as a foreign captain.
She gives him - or the door, really - a cheery little wave.]
Try again another time! Safe skies!
[And then she turns to leave.]