Log:Intro Queen Bee

2013/03/25 	 Queen Bee Malcolm 1

Champions Mush - Monday, March 25, 2013, 11:18 PM

Malcolm enters Starguard from Alien District.

The receptionist is doing her best to answer the questions of the costume-clad woman at her desk. but it is obvious that she doesn't know the answers to all of the woman's answers. Queen Bee on the other hand, doesn't seem to accept "I don't know" as an answer and peppers the poor woman with question after question - probing every corner of the woman's knowledge.

Fortunately, the receptionist has other means of dealing with people who won't stop asking questions. One such solution happens to involve the tall black man walking out of the Security doors. He's wearing a standard Starguard uniform, nothing flashy nor even particularly evocative of a particular rank - probably not an officer then - and strolls over to the reception area.

"Excuse me. Perhaps I can answer your questions better than," Malcolm spares a glance toward the receptionist's name plate, "Miss Timmons can. Malcolm Gibbs, a pleasure to meet you, ma'am," he intones, offering a hand to Queen Bee.

"Hi," Queen Bee says with a distinctive metallic buzz to her voice. "I was just trying to find out what the minimum requirements for joining Starguard Gamma were."

Bee amends, "I mean the real minimums, not the 'anyone is welcome to apply' line."

Handshake rebuffed, Malcolm shrugs a little bit. Malcolm puts his hand back at his side and gestures, with his other hand, toward the seating area off to the right of reception. "Ah. Well the truth is that anyone /IS/ welcome to apply for the post," replies Malcolm.

Offering a cheery smile, Malcolm attempts to lead the way over to the seating area. He continues with his response, regardless of whether or not Bee actually follows. "A lot of the minimum requirements are more intangibles; results of psych tests, qualities that mesh well within the team dynamic - ability to alternate between leading and following orders as necessary - and a few other things in the same vein. Physical requirements are pretty fluid, given candidates do come from all sorts of different levels of ability."

Bee nods as she follows. "Would a recommendation help?"

Settling onto the arm of a chair, Malcolm quirks an eyebrow at the question. He shrugs a little bit and smiles, "It certainly has its place in the selection process, yes." Malcolm keeps that smile on its face, though it may or may not entirely look like it belongs on his face at the moment. "It depends on who's providing the recommendation and to what qualities or abilities the recommendation speaks."



Bee nods and gives Malcolm a winning smile. "Is there anyone you would recommend I seek out first?"

Tilting his head to one side, Malcolm regards Bee thoughtfully. "How do you mean?" he inquires cheerily, resting comfortably on the arm of the chair.

''You paged Malcolm with 'sorry. I'm fading.' '' ''Malcolm (Forge) pages: No worries. Take care. It was fun.'' Malcolm (Forge) pages: Sorry I was so slow to start.

"Nevermind," Bee says as she turns to leave. "I'll figure it out."