AUDIENCE 🚀 SHEBA

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M0 MONDAY

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trustfall

Hello! I'm curious - what does being "Chief of Staff" entail?

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Hello, Sheba. As I've explained to another, as Chief of Staff I'm more of a personal timekeeper, orchestrating our schedules and planning our upcoming essential travels. That and helping coordinate my crew effectively.

[uncoincidental]

Oh, I see! So it's a lot of logistical work.

Do you enjoy that sort of thing?

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Haha, I do quite enjoy my work, yes. It isn't exact but I've had similar experiences back home.

[uncoincidental]

How long have you worked here for?

W0 MONDAY

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trustfall

So... weaponry, huh? I'd like to come shadow you, but where should I meet you for that, anyway?

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We will start with a simulation.

[ Sim room!! ]

[uncoincidental]

Sounds good - I'll see you there!

[she will make a beeline for the sim room.]

Hello, Callisto.

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Callsign Trustfall.

[ that is their version of a greeting.

The simulation is that of an empty building, supporting pillars every once in a while, and a piano. However, they're here for JOB, so... They will be simulating a mechanical piece soon. ]

Are you experienced with directed-energy weapons?

[uncoincidental]

Please just call me Sheba... it was filled in like that when I started using the I.R.I.S. and I couldn't make it go away.

[it's some kind of cosmic joke...]

Directed-energy weapons? Umm... I'm not sure. Some of the weapons I used would activate with elemental energy under certain circumstances, but I kind of get the feeling we're talking about two different things.

M0 MONDAY. it's M0 now.

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[ thebe is here in the lounge playing clan gen. there's a tablet that's on their lap, but it's currently off for the moment. when they spot sheba, however, they give a wave. the ear-like apparatuses twitch happily (?) ]

Hi there, Sheba. What's up...?

[uncoincidental]

[sheba waves back.]

Hello! I thought maybe I'd swing by and see how you and Son were doing. Are things a little more settled now that we've been here for a few days?

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A little bit. Still monitoring the ship for any abnormal behavior, but I think she's leveling out a little.

[ a pillow on the lounge starts to wiggle, it is small and black. two little blue eyes appear and stare at sheba quietly. thebe just stretches a hand out and pets the Pillow. ]

Son is doing well, though. I've coaxed him out during my breaks so he's slowly getting used to all the activity again.

[uncoincidental]

That's good.

[sheba would very much prefer there not be any abnormal behavior with the ship! not while they're stuck on it.

the pillow wiggles, and she looks back at the eyes that appear. hello! she gives it a small smile and a wave.]

It must be pretty shocking for him, going from just eight of you being around to there being forty-seven of us.

W0 MONDAY

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trustfall

Hi, I'd like to shadow you while you're working on diagnostics!

hey there, sheba! i'd be happy for the company, if you'd like to join me in the lounge.
i'm mostly focusing on life support functions today, but the good news is it's just routine - we haven't seen a single sign so far that there'll be an issue with that part of the system.

[uncoincidental]

Sure - I'm on my way!

[to the lounge she goes! she waves when she spots them.]

Hello! So... what are routine diagnostics like on a ship like this, anyway?

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[ when she arrives, they're leaned against the arm of one of the lounge chairs, facing the wide windows and the open area with the more uncomfortable benches near them. there's a warm, calm, but muted vibe here. ]

So the Eudora doesn't talk, really, in the way that you would have a conversation with her. But she'll tell us how she's feeling with the data and information that's stored and filtering through her systems. It's kind of like a daily checkup, or even checking in wtih her, to see how she's feeling day-by-day. We review the information and act according to what's needed for the situation.

Like today, things are mostly fine. But some of the less pressing systems have been kind of buggy. The auto-cook in the galley is slower than usual, for example, or the toilets flushing on their own and repeatedly off and on. Little things we have to tell the system to look into and fix.

[uncoincidental]

It seems like the toilets flushing might become a larger problem eventually if left unchecked... we only have so much water on board the ship, right?

[they are, after all, in space. they probably should not waste it with too much flushing.]

But I suppose that's why these things have to be monitored. How would the systems get fixed once you've identified what's going on?

W0 SUNDAY

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trustfall
I would like to request galley access, please. Also... might I ask what happened to the evidence from yesterday?

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Granted. The evidence is documented on a data log and can be recalled in a simulation room. Callsign Directeur Adjoint's remains are in the stasis bay.

1/2

[uncoincidental]

Thank you.

[and because i sent the question before sheba icly found out what happened to it - ]

What about Dahut's memory bank?

2/2

[uncoincidental]

[she finds out like two seconds later because i think it's funny.]

...never mind. It appears to be in the hands of one of the other members of the junior crew for now.

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They will be returning it.

[ The or else tone is there. ]

[uncoincidental]

You're sure of that?

[because she and eunhyuk are contemplating trying to steal it from the person who has it lmao]

W3 SUNDAY

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[ A blanket of darkness falls upon all your senses, shrouding everything in dark as the holodeck hums into life, the technology whirring along. Eventually, all is quiet, and nothing sounds out audibly. Eventually, blue starts to fill your vision, with the interior looking like the inside of a massive... tower? Everything around is made of blue crystal, with gold accents here and there, as are the golden stairs leading straight up to a set of doors.

The doors open, greeting you, and within looks like an observatory sized room of sorts. There's a circular dark pattern with various lines of gold etched into it in signs of a likely planet system but none of it looks familiar. There is a door to the right, and straight ahead looks like a door made of crystal that glows brighter than the crystal walls around you.

A figure stands in the middle, a staff in their right hand with a hood held over their head. They do not seem to notice you just yet, attention fixated on whatever they can see from that bright crystal door in front of them. ]

[uncoincidental]

[well this is



not what sheba expected. sheba isn't really sure what she expected, actually? this is a dream, so maybe it's not all that weird for their surroundings to be unfamiliar, but she hadn't really thought much about what to expect. she had just been worried, after seeing the execution.

carefully, she approaches the figure up ahead, and then clears her throat.]

...Metis? Is that you?

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[ As she ponders, they simply watch the larger crystal door before them - one that seems more akin to a mirror, as events unfold and play through the crystal's surface but as she approaches, the figure turns. Their head tilts, curious, until their hand raises to carefully push back their hood and a man stares back. Rather than the familiar sight of prosthetic casing covering their right arm, it is instead the same blue crystal that makes up the tower. It shows all over his right arm, through the peeks of his neck from around the robe's collar and even reaches up onto parts of his face. Red eyes blink a few times before a warm, polite smile shows, red ears flicking back. ] Well then, normally visitors request entry through the guard stationed at the front. What can I do for you, my friend?

[uncoincidental]

[hELP.

sheba really can't help but stare for just a moment or two. a furry...!! (no, that's not why she's staring.)]

...I came here to talk with you. [a beat.] Do you recognize me? Or...?