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fuckitybye[Malcolm looks unusually distracted when he comes on screen this morning. It's not immediately obvious, but the background is not his office at the Ministry; it's his home office. He's running late this morning but is determined to get the briefing out at its usual time.]
Right, so. One of the army officers has been murdered, presumably by the fucks from the Barge or the rebels, so redouble that "kill them all" messaging. Other than that—
[In the background, two small childrens' voices can be heard chanting: "We WANT to GO to the aREna! We WANT to GO to the aREna!"]
Fuck... Olivia? Olivia! Can you please—thank you.
Where was I? Oh yeah, other than that, everything remains as it was yesterday, and don't forget the fucking Arena Games tonight. Be. There. Right? Right. Stay on message, and—
["Daddy!"]
Just a minute—! Right, I'll be in the office in two convulsions of a hanged man. Tucker out.
[LATER: All the computers, monitors, TVs, etc. in Propaganda start beeping Red Alert, and Malcolm comes on screen, holding one of Kirk's awesome posters.]
See this fucking infantile piece of turd?
It needs to fucking go. Now.
We need fucking street teams, we need a new run of pro-government posters, and we need to make this shit fucking disappear. [He rips the poster in half, then half again, balls up the bits, and pitches them over his shoulder.]
DO IT. Or I'll rip your fucking legs off and feed them to you!
[And out. Of course, one imagines that no matter how hard the street team works, they'll never keep Kirk's poster down.]
Right, so. One of the army officers has been murdered, presumably by the fucks from the Barge or the rebels, so redouble that "kill them all" messaging. Other than that—
[In the background, two small childrens' voices can be heard chanting: "We WANT to GO to the aREna! We WANT to GO to the aREna!"]
Fuck... Olivia? Olivia! Can you please—thank you.
Where was I? Oh yeah, other than that, everything remains as it was yesterday, and don't forget the fucking Arena Games tonight. Be. There. Right? Right. Stay on message, and—
["Daddy!"]
Just a minute—! Right, I'll be in the office in two convulsions of a hanged man. Tucker out.
[LATER: All the computers, monitors, TVs, etc. in Propaganda start beeping Red Alert, and Malcolm comes on screen, holding one of Kirk's awesome posters.]
See this fucking infantile piece of turd?
It needs to fucking go. Now.
We need fucking street teams, we need a new run of pro-government posters, and we need to make this shit fucking disappear. [He rips the poster in half, then half again, balls up the bits, and pitches them over his shoulder.]
DO IT. Or I'll rip your fucking legs off and feed them to you!
[And out. Of course, one imagines that no matter how hard the street team works, they'll never keep Kirk's poster down.]
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Date: 2010-04-15 02:40 pm (UTC)A little later, when he's finally gotten in.
Date: 2010-04-15 02:42 pm (UTC)[And then Malc just kicks back and quietly munches popcorn while Judas and the Master have their little budgeting contretemps.]
AFTER BEATING JUDAS MASTERFULLY (lolol pun)
Date: 2010-04-15 05:58 pm (UTC)When this is over, Malc's going to be all "I WORKED FOR A DR WHO VILLAIN?! D:" for months.
Date: 2010-04-15 06:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 05:34 pm (UTC)No offense, Minister, you deserve one.
He's planning on jumping ship, AND THUS SADDLING YOU WITH BURDENS
Date: 2010-04-15 05:37 pm (UTC)WHY YOU GOTTA DO DIS MASTER.
Date: 2010-04-15 05:38 pm (UTC)BECAUSE HE HATES HIS OWN KINGDOM :C
Date: 2010-04-15 05:43 pm (UTC)Or, you could scrimp and save and perhaps make a few sacrifices of your own to free up the necessary funds.
After all, you must reward people for their hard work, Judas.
WHAT A JERK.
Date: 2010-04-15 05:47 pm (UTC)I'll give the Minister my salary.
YOU LOVE IT, JUDAS.
Date: 2010-04-15 05:48 pm (UTC)JUDAS HATES YOU, MASTER. :|
Date: 2010-04-15 05:51 pm (UTC)But I thought we were friends, Judas :c
Date: 2010-04-15 05:52 pm (UTC)By the way, looking forward to your play.
You've corrupted Iago. :[
Date: 2010-04-15 05:53 pm (UTC)YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, BLAME THE ALIEN.
Date: 2010-04-15 05:56 pm (UTC)LOL It's all Harry's fault. Obviously.
Date: 2010-04-15 05:58 pm (UTC)When is the Barge being taken care of? It's already been here for four days.
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Date: 2010-04-15 06:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 06:09 pm (UTC)Dude-sir?Private
Date: 2010-04-15 06:11 pm (UTC)Private
Date: 2010-04-15 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 05:36 pm (UTC)From: Chief of Finance, Judas
Subject: New Server
Body:
Between your cut of the coffee budget, and moving half of cold calls to sanitashun, we can afford a new server. But, if anything happens to it, we won't be able to service it until a few months from now.
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Date: 2010-04-15 05:46 pm (UTC)From: Minister Tucker
Subject: RE: New Server
Body:
Much obliged, Judas. And don't worry, nothing's going to happen to the thing. Because anyone who fucks it up is going to have to answer to me, and I guarantee they don't fucking want that.
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Date: 2010-04-15 05:49 pm (UTC)From: Chief of Finance, Judas
Subject: New Server and Raise
Body:
Good. Thank you for the assurance
You'll also find that you have a 40% increase to your salary this year in reward for your hard work.
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Date: 2010-04-15 05:55 pm (UTC)From: Minister Tucker
Subject: RE: New Server and Raise
Body:
That's extraordinarily generous of you, Judas. Thank you.
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Date: 2010-04-15 05:57 pm (UTC)From: Chief of Finance, Judas
Subject: New Server and Raise
Body:
Keep up the good work.