[ and they will indeed be on the observation deck in 10 minutes. around their ankles, son is winding, but he does politely trot over to throné. he says good meowning! in his little "cat" voice.
thebe is here, dressed all in black in slightly gothic fashion, though their eudora jacket is thrown over their lil shoulders. ]
You found it in the cargo bay...? Man, what a mess... [ less scolding, maybe more amused. ] You didn't get hurt did you?
Yes. Charles and I were walking around, and a very small wizard who said ooooo [imagine this said like the knights who say nii] was sitting on the large metal arm in the middle of the room.
[ the only expression throne can see is just o_O?? because somehow this just makes it more confusing. why did he say ooooo, what was his story? how did he get there? who is he? ]
Well, hope he scared the wizard off the ship [ deadpan ] or else someone's going to be hunting for him tonight.
[ thebe does have a look at the datapad, but there is a moment where their little "ears" sort of seem to twitch a little, touching their hand to their helmet briefly. ]
In the cargo bay...?
[ softer, distant. the voice is quiet. ] ... That's me... in that picture.
... I'm okay. Just a twinge. It happens with my replacement... sometimes...
[ a short step back awkwardly, head dipped like maybe they are a little ashamed of not being As Tough. just let them rub their side a little... tugging their jacket down. slowly, they straighten and look at the provided pad again, but shake their head . ]
well, she doesn't care if they're Tough or not, but she doesn't try to touch them or anything. she hovers, watching, just to make sure that they don't keel over.]
I was hoping that you'd be able to answer that question. [...] The others in the picture, do you recognize them?
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I can show you. Meet me at the observation deck?
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i'll be there in like 10ish
[ and they will indeed be on the observation deck in 10 minutes. around their ankles, son is winding, but he does politely trot over to throné. he says good meowning! in his little "cat" voice.
thebe is here, dressed all in black in slightly gothic fashion, though their eudora jacket is thrown over their lil shoulders. ]
You found it in the cargo bay...? Man, what a mess... [ less scolding, maybe more amused. ] You didn't get hurt did you?
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The mess was the wizard's fault. [immediately.] ... And no, I didn't.
[TCH. zetsu should've squished me with a box]
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The wizard...? [ if they could project the emote of slow blink behind the visor they would. they cannot. instead it's just o_o?? ]
Well, good... I'm sure you can handle yourself, but I just worry. So wait, you saw a wizard? In the cargo bay...
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Charles scared him away.
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[ the only expression throne can see is just o_O?? because somehow this just makes it more confusing. why did he say ooooo, what was his story? how did he get there? who is he? ]
Well, hope he scared the wizard off the ship [ deadpan ] or else someone's going to be hunting for him tonight.
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[a beat.]
... What I wanted to ask you about was what we found left behind. [she will show them the datapad i'm too lazy to link it you have it]
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[ thebe does have a look at the datapad, but there is a moment where their little "ears" sort of seem to twitch a little, touching their hand to their helmet briefly. ]
In the cargo bay...?
[ softer, distant. the voice is quiet. ] ... That's me... in that picture.
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I got that sense. [mysteriously] Was this the previous crew that trained you?
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I... I think so...? Can't be anyone else. Titan's isn't like a free bar to the public, it's just for the ship...
[ the visor screen blips, but nothing discernable appears, but they look kind of unsteady, actually, physically. ]
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... Are you alright? [steps forward a bit like she's going to stop them from falling if she can...]
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[ a short step back awkwardly, head dipped like maybe they are a little ashamed of not being As Tough. just let them rub their side a little... tugging their jacket down. slowly, they straighten and look at the provided pad again, but shake their head . ]
I don't understand... who wrote this...?
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well, she doesn't care if they're Tough or not, but she doesn't try to touch them or anything. she hovers, watching, just to make sure that they don't keel over.]
I was hoping that you'd be able to answer that question. [...] The others in the picture, do you recognize them?
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[ they sound confused, just kind of holding around themselves loosely with an arm, the other resting against the side of their helmeted head. ]
I'm sorry. I wish I could... I can memorize hundreds of drinks and orders... I should definitely remember this... who they are...
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[she says, gently.]
This is strange, you know. Something has tampered with your memories.