Calling out to Cyrus, Mesprit, the Galactics and whoever else wants to talk to her

[g3_jupiter]

[The members of Team Galactic on the island may have received a note from Jupiter. It was sent via her Golbat and it's oddly informal, even for her, and it simply asks them to meet her at one of the beaches. Maybe she just wants to talk

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[itsforscience]

[Even if she's not directly under Jupiter's command, Phoebe is still a Grunt and subject to orders from others. She approaches quickly, screeching to a halt and giving a salute.]

Commander Jupiter, madam!

[g3_jupiter]

[She shifts to look at her and welcomes her with an usually warm smile.]

At ease, dear. Sit down.

... Remind me, dear, what's your identification sequence?

[itsforscience]

[Phoebe sits down next to Jupiter, though she still maintains a stiff posture.]

E-13-- I mean, Grunt E-13, madam.

[g3_jupiter]

[She nods in acknowledgement.]

Tell me something, dear. To your knowledge, are there more of you Grunts on the island?

[itsforscience]

Uhm... I've only seen one other Grunt, madam. And I'm pretty sure he-- I think he was one of Commander Mars's, madam.

[g3_jupiter]

[She smiles!]

Very well, dear. Excellent job. Do you remember his sequence?

[She shifts a little, and now Phoebe can see she has a black leather bag. Jupiter starts searching through its contents, as if she's going to retrieve something... A reward for Phoebe, maybe?]

[itsforscience]

[Phoebe eyes the bag momentarily, though she's a lot more distracted by mentally kicking herself for not asking the guy his ID, instead of just assuming he didn't have one.]

I'm afraid he... didn't tell me his number, madam. I'm sorry.

[g3_jupiter]

[She stops searching inside the bag and looks up at Phoebe, her eyes narrowed menacingly.]

What? You exchanged real names?

[itsforscience]

[She flinches, raising her hands instinctively.]

N-No, madam! Of course not, madam! I told him my number, b-but he never told me his, madam! No names involved at all, madam!

[The words were out of her mouth before she could really think them through. This only makes her heart start pounding like crazy when she realizes that OH GEEZ I JUST KINDA LIED TO A COMMANDER.]

[g3_jupiter]

... You didn't get him to tell you his? How dumb of you! What if he was a spy?

Tch! You brainiac geeks know nothing about security measures!

[itsforscience]

[Aw man, she's right. Phoebe hangs her head in shame.]

I'm... I'm sorry, madam. I just thought that it was only R&D that used the numbers, and not everyone else too, madam.

[g3_jupiter]

[Patient sigh.]

It's okay. You'll ask him the next time you meet. Won't you, dear?

... Are you sure you don't even know his real name?

[itsforscience]

Of course, madam-- I'll ask him the first chance I get! And his name... he said his name was Sirius Bizness, madam.

[g3_jupiter]

... I see. So you lied to me earlier.

[DEATHGLARE. Then Jupiter inches closer and takes Phoebe's glasses off. >: ]

[itsforscience]

[Phoebe yelps at having her glasses removed.]

B-But you said real names, madam! Sirus Bizness doesn't sound like a real name... r-right, madam?

[g3_jupiter]

It does not. [She sighs.] If I find out he was a spy and you trusted him with key information, you're toast. Literally. I've been working on Skuntank's Flamethrower.

[She lifts Phoebe's glasses up, examining them.]

What can you see without these?