[ A gentle muted reassurance. Metis don't just laugh at a threat. They raise their arm to turn on their I.R.I.S, the screen flickering to life, and take a moment to type into it before nodding. ]
There we are. I should be able to get them sent to you privately tomorrow.
You're welcome. [ A blip of ^^ ] I'm glad to help where needed. If there's anything else, don't hesitate to ask.
[ They seem to pause before they gesture ahead with a feeling of curiosity. ] I was planning on stopping by the galley for something, would you care to join me? We can converse along the way, if there's anything you're curious to know.
... Sure. [they're gonna be stuck here for eight weeks, she might as well. she absolutely will not walk ahead of them and in fact keeps it so that her back is never facing them, but she's happy to walk side by side.] I'm... not very good at this.
[like, talking to people with the intent of getting to know them]
[ It's muted but there's a blip of contentment and they begin to walk. They don't seem to mind leading, though if she keeps her pace matching their own they seem more pleased by that. Based on another flicker of ^^ ]
That's quite alright. We all need to start somewhere. I'm accustomed to doing a lot of talking so, if you would prefer to listen we can do just that.
[ It's a notable patience from them. ] Let's see... Ah, my genre preference in books happens to be fantasy. There is just something riveting about tales of adventures.
[ A light nod, their mechanical arm reaching to pull their jacket a little open to slide their data pad away with their other hand. ]
Adventures for the most part, having the opportunity to witness more of the world and what it has to offer. Fending off foes, visiting mysterious places... things along those lines are what more fantasy books tend to cover.
[ Their head tilts a little, emitting a thoughtful hum. ] Yes, there's quite a variety of worlds out in the galaxy so what may seem normal to you and I- monsters, in this case, would be quite new to other people.
[nodding, as she listens to that. it's a little funny, if only because it's... her life? that is her life.]
... I never thought I'd say this, but adventures are much more fun to experience, rather than read about. [absently, she adjusts the collar around her neck. and then, wryly:] I'm not allowed to ask where you came from, am I.
Yes, I quite imagine they are. [ A sigh. ] Unfortunately, I'm far too busy to just go trekking out on a sudden grand adventure. [ Their head tilts a bit, a possible glance her way before they look ahead as the mess hall comes into view. ] Contract restricts us from going into too much detail, I'm afraid. Were it not for that, I would not mind. It's a rather beautiful place.
Though, would it be alright if I inquired about yours? Whatever it is you would feel comfortable sharing. If not, any place would do really.
You all do seem to be constantly moving. The company keeps you busy, I see.
[but she keeps walking with them. mess hall arrival...
she thinks about the question, and then nods.]
New Delsta. I described it to Rodya the other day as... the sensation of staying up all night. It's the way your body feels after you haven't slept because you have something important to finish, but... all the time.
[a beat.] I wouldn't call it beautiful, but it is... ethereal.
It certainly does, but that's alright. We all very much enjoy our jobs. Plenty to do.
[ Of course, that connection is still very much there, and what can be felt from them is best described as... blank. Even though they speak with their continued pleasantries. ]
That's quite the description. You can almost picture it. [ It's a bit difficult to pick up, but there is a hint of awe. With a red glow in front of their visor, before it's gone and they turn their attention towards the galley. Which they will have no problem going into the kitchen what with Metis's permission. Lucky! ] I'd almost want to be able to see it for myself.
[ A pause. ] Are you hungry? I was going to pick up something quick for myself but if you've yet to eat, I can prepare simple something for us.
[hm. x to doubt that first part, but she doesn't say anything.
in any case, she cautiously looks into the kitchen... she's never been inside, and she hasn't really bothered asking for permission because she doesn't cook, but. she's a thief, she likes knowing what's in her surroundings.]
I haven't eaten yet. [she says, glancing at them.] Don't inconvenience yourself for me, though.
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You might see it someday. New Delsta. You all seem to have traveled a good deal, and obviously Solistia isn't outside of this ship's reach.
[ Nooooo... they do love their job! They love working! :(
Her cautious look will show much of all the kitchen. If the thief wishes to peek and sneak about, feel free. Play this as a little investigation if you wish! Metis of course is here, but they perk at the mention of her not eating and seems to be going straight for some ingredients. ]
It is not an inconvenience. Eating with company is much preferable as well. Hmm, I may not be a talented cook compared to most but I can at least make something satisfactory. [ They pluck some bread, lettuce, a few assortments of meat, tomatoes, and condiments.. from the looks of things, everything looks quite fresh. ]
That's true. It may be extremely far from our current location, but it is not without reach. Though we hardly have a choice in where we go. Work takes us wherever we are needed.
she is very interested in all the cabinets and things, like. she's been in a kitchen before obviously but never one this high tech. unless metis tells her to knock it off, she's going to open every single openable thing she can in here in full view without being sneaky.
also, there's a little pang of - well, increased sadness, she's always sad. there's a general sorrow to her, like something that just sits in her chest and lives there. it isn't overbearing or anything, but like a chronic sort of pain, it's just there. something she's gotten used to as a baseline and barely acknowledges anymore, until it flares up.
anyway, there's a pang when they mention being very far from home. she misses her friends.]
... Do you have people who miss you, while you're working?
So far, Metis seems perfectly okay with allowing her to do what she wants. They are focused on preparing lunch for them both but it's almost as if they expected such curiosity. Opening various cabinets, she'll find compartments that store the spices and condiments, dinnerware, just pretty forward basic things you find in about any kitchen though of high quality. Wares used for cooking like pots, pans, so forth... there are of course drawers lined up as well.
There is a notable pause from Metis at the feeling of that pang. The air feeling a bit somber, a dull sensation of sympathy until they continue, bringing their hands to start stacking these sandwiches together before bringing up a knife to start cutting them in small biteable squares. ]
... I'm certain I do. And it's been a bit strange to be away from them, but I'm needed here and I have a reason for working.
she also goes through the drawers... are there knives in there? asking for a friend. anything fun? like i don't know, a junk drawer full of advertisements or tiny rubber bouncy balls or something. why would those be in a kitchen i don't know.
she glances over at them... absently, she wonders if all of the senior crew's emotions are distant like this, or if she's just getting lucky with finding the emotionally struggling people.]
There are in fact knives in the drawers, yes! There are also basic cutlery but they are all biodegradable plastic. Fancy...? There's also a drawer of random loopy straws. Why. Who put those there.
With these prepped sandwiches all cut, they now work on removing the crust from them. Tadaaaa. They'll shuffle to find a fancy kettle afterward, filling it water and making way to look for the teabags. Tea, tea.... a pause. ]
My reason? Ah, that would be for the sake of research. Knowledge. [ They fiddle with the tea for a moment. ] There's a lot one can learn traversing in space.
[are the knives also biodegradable plastic or are they Real Knives. if they're real she wants to take one, and she'll be a little sneakier about that. she also wants a loopy straw. delightful.
in any case, she watches them make sandwiches for a second. knowledge, huh. fair enough.]
... How did you come to be here? [she's genuinely curious.] I don't remember signing the contract. I wouldn't have - but even if I did, I don't remember how I was approached.
[ The knives are very real and sharp! She can try to take one, sure. But I will just say it now, if she attempts to leave the galley with any of the knives it will suddenly magnetize to the wall and refuse to let go. Knives do not have permission to leave. π The loopy straw however is free for the taking. ]
Someone approached me in my own world, and offered me a position to come work for the company as they guided me through the process. It seemed like a good opportunity so I agreed. [ Their head tilts, setting out two cups and pouring out the tea. ] I had assumed the same for all of you but clearly something went wrong in the process if none of you remember...
[ A red (;;οΌοΌ) blips in front of their helm. Their tone expresses their concern over it, a hand coming to tap at the bottom of their helmet. ] If we're lucky, management will send a response before our first destination so we can sort everything out.
[MY KNIFE. she already has a knife, so it's fine, but she will be so pouty when she realizes the knife cannot go home with her.
she will take the loopy straw though. her one conquest.]
I'll tell you what I told the other - I would never have agreed to leave everything behind to be here. Not for any compensation. Not for any price. [she settles against the counter.]
... And if they don't respond? We'll just be expected to work?
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... Yes, I don't care if the rest of you know. You just cannot tell Temenos. [folds her arms.] Give me your word and swear it on something important.
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Ah, Temenos Mistral. [ A considering nod, before they take a moment to think... ] You have my word, I swear it on my soul.
[ Dramatic, much? Though they sound quite serious about it. ]
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... Alright. [and then:] I'm looking for... romance novels.
[the emotion of cringe]
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Novels! That should be more than manageable, I was thinking of requesting some novels for myself. So I can simply add some to my own order.
[ None judge. They continue the normal pleasantries. ]
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Yes. Anything works, but if I find out you've told Temenos, your end will not be swift or merciful.
[>:T]
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[ A gentle muted reassurance. Metis don't just laugh at a threat. They raise their arm to turn on their I.R.I.S, the screen flickering to life, and take a moment to type into it before nodding. ]
There we are. I should be able to get them sent to you privately tomorrow.
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... Thank you. [she has manners sometimes!
there's a little thought that's along the lines of this one isn't so bad.]
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You're welcome. [ A blip of ^^ ] I'm glad to help where needed. If there's anything else, don't hesitate to ask.
[ They seem to pause before they gesture ahead with a feeling of curiosity. ] I was planning on stopping by the galley for something, would you care to join me? We can converse along the way, if there's anything you're curious to know.
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... Sure. [they're gonna be stuck here for eight weeks, she might as well. she absolutely will not walk ahead of them and in fact keeps it so that her back is never facing them, but she's happy to walk side by side.] I'm... not very good at this.
[like, talking to people with the intent of getting to know them]
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That's quite alright. We all need to start somewhere. I'm accustomed to doing a lot of talking so, if you would prefer to listen we can do just that.
[ It's a notable patience from them. ] Let's see... Ah, my genre preference in books happens to be fantasy. There is just something riveting about tales of adventures.
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she listens, but. the flow is natural enough that she feels like it's not a struggle to reply.]
Fantasy? [curiously...] I suppose I'm curious to know what counts as fantasy. Just adventures?
... Kazuki seemed surprised to know that monsters exist, where I've come from.
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Adventures for the most part, having the opportunity to witness more of the world and what it has to offer. Fending off foes, visiting mysterious places... things along those lines are what more fantasy books tend to cover.
[ Their head tilts a little, emitting a thoughtful hum. ] Yes, there's quite a variety of worlds out in the galaxy so what may seem normal to you and I- monsters, in this case, would be quite new to other people.
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... I never thought I'd say this, but adventures are much more fun to experience, rather than read about. [absently, she adjusts the collar around her neck. and then, wryly:] I'm not allowed to ask where you came from, am I.
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Yes, I quite imagine they are. [ A sigh. ] Unfortunately, I'm far too busy to just go trekking out on a sudden grand adventure. [ Their head tilts a bit, a possible glance her way before they look ahead as the mess hall comes into view. ] Contract restricts us from going into too much detail, I'm afraid. Were it not for that, I would not mind. It's a rather beautiful place.
Though, would it be alright if I inquired about yours? Whatever it is you would feel comfortable sharing. If not, any place would do really.
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[but she keeps walking with them. mess hall arrival...
she thinks about the question, and then nods.]
New Delsta. I described it to Rodya the other day as... the sensation of staying up all night. It's the way your body feels after you haven't slept because you have something important to finish, but... all the time.
[a beat.] I wouldn't call it beautiful, but it is... ethereal.
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[ Of course, that connection is still very much there, and what can be felt from them is best described as... blank. Even though they speak with their continued pleasantries. ]
That's quite the description. You can almost picture it. [ It's a bit difficult to pick up, but there is a hint of awe. With a red glow in front of their visor, before it's gone and they turn their attention towards the galley. Which they will have no problem going into the kitchen what with Metis's permission. Lucky! ] I'd almost want to be able to see it for myself.
[ A pause. ] Are you hungry? I was going to pick up something quick for myself but if you've yet to eat, I can prepare simple something for us.
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in any case, she cautiously looks into the kitchen... she's never been inside, and she hasn't really bothered asking for permission because she doesn't cook, but. she's a thief, she likes knowing what's in her surroundings.]
I haven't eaten yet. [she says, glancing at them.] Don't inconvenience yourself for me, though.
[...]
You might see it someday. New Delsta. You all seem to have traveled a good deal, and obviously Solistia isn't outside of this ship's reach.
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Her cautious look will show much of all the kitchen. If the thief wishes to peek and sneak about, feel free. Play this as a little investigation if you wish! Metis of course is here, but they perk at the mention of her not eating and seems to be going straight for some ingredients. ]
It is not an inconvenience. Eating with company is much preferable as well. Hmm, I may not be a talented cook compared to most but I can at least make something satisfactory. [ They pluck some bread, lettuce, a few assortments of meat, tomatoes, and condiments.. from the looks of things, everything looks quite fresh. ]
That's true. It may be extremely far from our current location, but it is not without reach. Though we hardly have a choice in where we go. Work takes us wherever we are needed.
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she is very interested in all the cabinets and things, like. she's been in a kitchen before obviously but never one this high tech. unless metis tells her to knock it off, she's going to open every single openable thing she can in here in full view without being sneaky.
also, there's a little pang of - well, increased sadness, she's always sad. there's a general sorrow to her, like something that just sits in her chest and lives there. it isn't overbearing or anything, but like a chronic sort of pain, it's just there. something she's gotten used to as a baseline and barely acknowledges anymore, until it flares up.
anyway, there's a pang when they mention being very far from home. she misses her friends.]
... Do you have people who miss you, while you're working?
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So far, Metis seems perfectly okay with allowing her to do what she wants. They are focused on preparing lunch for them both but it's almost as if they expected such curiosity. Opening various cabinets, she'll find compartments that store the spices and condiments, dinnerware, just pretty forward basic things you find in about any kitchen though of high quality. Wares used for cooking like pots, pans, so forth... there are of course drawers lined up as well.
There is a notable pause from Metis at the feeling of that pang. The air feeling a bit somber, a dull sensation of sympathy until they continue, bringing their hands to start stacking these sandwiches together before bringing up a knife to start cutting them in small biteable squares. ]
... I'm certain I do. And it's been a bit strange to be away from them, but I'm needed here and I have a reason for working.
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she also goes through the drawers... are there knives in there? asking for a friend. anything fun? like i don't know, a junk drawer full of advertisements or tiny rubber bouncy balls or something. why would those be in a kitchen i don't know.
she glances over at them... absently, she wonders if all of the senior crew's emotions are distant like this, or if she's just getting lucky with finding the emotionally struggling people.]
Can you tell me what that reason is?
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There are in fact knives in the drawers, yes! There are also basic cutlery but they are all biodegradable plastic. Fancy...? There's also a drawer of random loopy straws. Why. Who put those there.
With these prepped sandwiches all cut, they now work on removing the crust from them. Tadaaaa. They'll shuffle to find a fancy kettle afterward, filling it water and making way to look for the teabags. Tea, tea.... a pause. ]
My reason? Ah, that would be for the sake of research. Knowledge. [ They fiddle with the tea for a moment. ] There's a lot one can learn traversing in space.
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in any case, she watches them make sandwiches for a second. knowledge, huh. fair enough.]
... How did you come to be here? [she's genuinely curious.] I don't remember signing the contract. I wouldn't have - but even if I did, I don't remember how I was approached.
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Someone approached me in my own world, and offered me a position to come work for the company as they guided me through the process. It seemed like a good opportunity so I agreed. [ Their head tilts, setting out two cups and pouring out the tea. ] I had assumed the same for all of you but clearly something went wrong in the process if none of you remember...
[ A red (;;οΌοΌ) blips in front of their helm. Their tone expresses their concern over it, a hand coming to tap at the bottom of their helmet. ] If we're lucky, management will send a response before our first destination so we can sort everything out.
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she will take the loopy straw though. her one conquest.]
I'll tell you what I told the other - I would never have agreed to leave everything behind to be here. Not for any compensation. Not for any price. [she settles against the counter.]
... And if they don't respond? We'll just be expected to work?
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