Just Making Sure [[COMPLETE; CLOSED]]
Characters: Ron and Red
Location: Kitchen, Red's personal office
Rating: PG
Warning(s): A bit of language.
Summary: Red sees if Ron is okay with a new arrival at the base...
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Red Alert: Red Alert is more than capable of pin-pointing the location of anyone on the base, and just about any Autobot off it. Suffice to say that wherever Ron is, Red can find him and more than likely contact him.
Ironhide: And Ron would happen to be in the kitchen area, grabbing himself a snack while he's on break!
Red Alert: Fortunately for Red - and unfortunately for Ron - there's a speaker in the kitchen, as well as a camera and microphone.
Ironhide: He figured there would be, with Red's well-known paranoia. Still, he isn't expecting Red to contact him, putting a handful of potato chips and some dip on a plate.
Red Alert: "Ron," says the speaker - no feedback crackle /here,/ thank you - "Can you drop by my office? The private one, not the security center."
Ironhide: Ron jumps slightly, then mutters, "You really have to do that, Red? I know you have my phone number." He eyes his food, then shrugs, deciding to take it with him, "Yeah, yeah, on my way."
Red Alert: "This way's easier," the speaker informs him. "See you there."
Ironhide: Grumbling, Ron makes his way to Red's office and knocks on the door.
Red Alert: Red actually opens the door /for/ Ron, rather than just telling him to come in. "Sorry for interrupting your break, but I need your opinion on something." By the expression on his face, it's not something all that pleasant, but then, this /is/ Red.
Ironhide: "...my opinion? What for?" Ron is confused as he enters the room, getting a slightly bad feeling about this by the expression on Red's face.
Red Alert: "Come on in and sit down," Red invites instead, gesturing to a chair. Interestingly, he doesn't sit in his /own/ chair, but rather in one of the two in front of the desk. This /must/ be unpleasant.
Ironhide: Ron gives Red an odd look and sits down, "Okay, so what the hell is this about? Must be serious if you're acting like this."
Red Alert: "Yeah, well. I got a file from HR - they want us to take on a new project manager; comes with high recommendations. Thing is, I was running a background check and..." Red pauses. "...It's Kristine Halverson," he concludes, in the tone of voice that means he knows /exactly/ what the problem here is.
Ironhide: "/Kris/?" Ron looks a little shocked, setting down his plate and staring at Red. "I get it. You want to know if there's going to be any issues between she and I." He shrugs, "Haven't seen her in a while, but there shouldn't be; there was never any bitterness."
Red Alert: Red gives him a long look, nostrils flaring just a little bit as he scents Ron, trying to sniff out anything that would indicate he was lying. (Red's a little... odd when it comes to his talents.) "More like I was going to confirm it as a valid reason to send her elsewhere," he corrects. "Won't compromise her career; you know I wouldn't do that." The way he's watching Ron, though, is assessing.
Ironhide: "Red, it's fine," Ron quirks an eyebrow, smiling a little. "It'll be nice to see her again and catch up. When's she supposed to get here?" He really is alright with this, though he'll have to talk to Aidan.
Red Alert: Red sniffs a couple more times, almost animalistic, but that's Red for you. Still, he finally accepts what Ron's saying. "All right. I'll confirm with HR that the transfer's good to go on this side and make sure it's the same on theirs. She should be here in a week, maybe a week and a half, if everything goes all right."
Ironhide: Ron nods, "Does she know I'm here, or...?"
Red Alert: "I'll tell HR to let her know," Red promises. "/And/ get /her/ okay for the transfer as well," he warns.
Ironhide: "I thought it was somethin' worse. And I'll probably send her an email, too. There anything I shouldn't tell her?"
Red Alert: "She's not cleared to know about the Process," Red tells him. "But otherwise, you're fine." He gets back to his feet, finally cracking a smile. "And hell, I thought this would be worse, too."
Ironhide: Ron smiles, "Right, so, nothing about the Process. Anything else, or can I go eat my chips and get back to work?"
Red Alert: "Eh, go eat your chips," Red says, waving Ron off. "Glad to know I wasn't bringing up anything..."
Ironhide: "Nah, but thanks for checking to make sure. See ya," Ron picks up his plate and gives Red a wave as he leaves.
Red Alert: Red waves back, and heads back towards his 'command center.'
Location: Kitchen, Red's personal office
Rating: PG
Warning(s): A bit of language.
Summary: Red sees if Ron is okay with a new arrival at the base...
*
Red Alert: Red Alert is more than capable of pin-pointing the location of anyone on the base, and just about any Autobot off it. Suffice to say that wherever Ron is, Red can find him and more than likely contact him.
Ironhide: And Ron would happen to be in the kitchen area, grabbing himself a snack while he's on break!
Red Alert: Fortunately for Red - and unfortunately for Ron - there's a speaker in the kitchen, as well as a camera and microphone.
Ironhide: He figured there would be, with Red's well-known paranoia. Still, he isn't expecting Red to contact him, putting a handful of potato chips and some dip on a plate.
Red Alert: "Ron," says the speaker - no feedback crackle /here,/ thank you - "Can you drop by my office? The private one, not the security center."
Ironhide: Ron jumps slightly, then mutters, "You really have to do that, Red? I know you have my phone number." He eyes his food, then shrugs, deciding to take it with him, "Yeah, yeah, on my way."
Red Alert: "This way's easier," the speaker informs him. "See you there."
Ironhide: Grumbling, Ron makes his way to Red's office and knocks on the door.
Red Alert: Red actually opens the door /for/ Ron, rather than just telling him to come in. "Sorry for interrupting your break, but I need your opinion on something." By the expression on his face, it's not something all that pleasant, but then, this /is/ Red.
Ironhide: "...my opinion? What for?" Ron is confused as he enters the room, getting a slightly bad feeling about this by the expression on Red's face.
Red Alert: "Come on in and sit down," Red invites instead, gesturing to a chair. Interestingly, he doesn't sit in his /own/ chair, but rather in one of the two in front of the desk. This /must/ be unpleasant.
Ironhide: Ron gives Red an odd look and sits down, "Okay, so what the hell is this about? Must be serious if you're acting like this."
Red Alert: "Yeah, well. I got a file from HR - they want us to take on a new project manager; comes with high recommendations. Thing is, I was running a background check and..." Red pauses. "...It's Kristine Halverson," he concludes, in the tone of voice that means he knows /exactly/ what the problem here is.
Ironhide: "/Kris/?" Ron looks a little shocked, setting down his plate and staring at Red. "I get it. You want to know if there's going to be any issues between she and I." He shrugs, "Haven't seen her in a while, but there shouldn't be; there was never any bitterness."
Red Alert: Red gives him a long look, nostrils flaring just a little bit as he scents Ron, trying to sniff out anything that would indicate he was lying. (Red's a little... odd when it comes to his talents.) "More like I was going to confirm it as a valid reason to send her elsewhere," he corrects. "Won't compromise her career; you know I wouldn't do that." The way he's watching Ron, though, is assessing.
Ironhide: "Red, it's fine," Ron quirks an eyebrow, smiling a little. "It'll be nice to see her again and catch up. When's she supposed to get here?" He really is alright with this, though he'll have to talk to Aidan.
Red Alert: Red sniffs a couple more times, almost animalistic, but that's Red for you. Still, he finally accepts what Ron's saying. "All right. I'll confirm with HR that the transfer's good to go on this side and make sure it's the same on theirs. She should be here in a week, maybe a week and a half, if everything goes all right."
Ironhide: Ron nods, "Does she know I'm here, or...?"
Red Alert: "I'll tell HR to let her know," Red promises. "/And/ get /her/ okay for the transfer as well," he warns.
Ironhide: "I thought it was somethin' worse. And I'll probably send her an email, too. There anything I shouldn't tell her?"
Red Alert: "She's not cleared to know about the Process," Red tells him. "But otherwise, you're fine." He gets back to his feet, finally cracking a smile. "And hell, I thought this would be worse, too."
Ironhide: Ron smiles, "Right, so, nothing about the Process. Anything else, or can I go eat my chips and get back to work?"
Red Alert: "Eh, go eat your chips," Red says, waving Ron off. "Glad to know I wasn't bringing up anything..."
Ironhide: "Nah, but thanks for checking to make sure. See ya," Ron picks up his plate and gives Red a wave as he leaves.
Red Alert: Red waves back, and heads back towards his 'command center.'