DiscoDude: ---BEGIN SESSION---
DiscoDude: Session logging commenced
GM: You're back at HQ, in the conference room where you started; Cross-Hare has a policy about not dealing in any information beyond advice through the comms feed that isn't in person and in a highly secure location. Like here.
"Welcome back, Agent Empress - pending status annulled," says S.E.L.E.N.E, in the chrome. "Performance wasn't perfect, but coverup ratings don't go on your record for the first mission, and you'll learn what that means during your proper orientation later. Congratulations."
Dovelia: is quite happy to be back in her normal outfit. Happy enough the fact that there were a couple of dings against her performance doesn't dampen her mood at all.
GM: "Galvo Morisham has gone the way of many a Ghrunabb philanthropist in recent memory, and the trend will dry out for a bit, we think. Our client does want the truth behind the 'real' Galvo to be kept on a need to know basis, but hopefully, Puyo's elimination will convince others to at least try to be more restrained in their schemes."
GM: "As for your method, poisoning one of the most un-poison-able species in the galaxy with nothing but ingredients found in the bars was quite an impressive feat. I'll refrain from asking where you learned that recipe; we practice discretion with our employees as well as our clients, after all."
Dovelia: nods. Arza's guidance had been invaluable.
GM: "Grifting is to be expected in this line of work, but going for an actual disguise on-site was a brilliant play. Leaving your normal clothes with a pile of your DNA behind, not so much. We also had to send a legal team to keep one Pasha Palazzo from trying to press charges (even if the accused can't be found at this time), as well as plant some witnesses to confuse your description after you apparently chose to hint at your intentions in front of two guards."
Dovelia: "The bastard needed to know he'd been undone," Dovelia mutters, not necessarily for S.E.L.E.N.E. to hear.
GM: But she does hear you, and makes a show of faux-sighing.
"No, he did not; poetic justice is not part of your job description, discretion is. You are meant to be a ghost, not a stage actor playing out a 'satisfying' final scene. From what was observed, there was a 92.43% chance Puyo didn't hear your message for him, anyway."
Dovelia: Dovelia leans forward, her chin against her knuckles. "Yet I still made the cut, per your own admission."
GM: "True, it didn't amount to much detriment in the end. But avoiding it would require so little different on your part, and again, we had a team ready ahead of time, so the authorities had no chance to make an actual case against you, and they wouldn't have even if you had slaughtered half of everyone in the building with everyone else as witnesses; future missions will be a tad more urgent, and we need to be more frugal on resources, and thus we won't have enough time to construct such a safety net for you."
GM: "... Sorry for getting carried away. The agency can forgive small mistakes like this, but when agents try to justify them..."
Dovelia: "It's understandable. Details matter," Dovelia says, her expression softening.
GM: "Right. Overall, a success. Welcome to Cross-Hare, Agent Empress. Trust me when I say that you aren't the most unreasonable tester I've ever had the displeasure of auditing."
Dovelia: Dovelia laughs. "I'm almost morbidly curious what kind of horror stories you have to tell, but, ah...confidentiality."
GM: (That good for last lines?)
Dovelia: (yeah)
GM: (Then let us...)
GM: !end
