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Who: The crew of the SS ~~TRAINWRECK~~ STARSTRUCK AND YOU
Broadcast: Nope, it's a mingle!
Action: Starstruck
When: Late May, after this weekend's shuffle.

[HELLO, STARSTRUCK. It's been a while and our time on this planet is drawing to a close. Did you win enough things? Or go visit the planet? Well, it looks like we lost some crewmates to gain some so maybe we should get them all settled.]

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[Hopefully, Elena has a few nice, quiet days to settle into her new lab before her crewmate comes in and makes a complete mess of it. He enters with a clatter and a cult of sampled plants that he dumps on the table farthest from her. Then he leaves. And returns with another trailing armload of more samples. Rinse, repeat.

It's only on the fourth trip inside that he actually notices her, stopping short and performing a clumsy shuffle of items that ends poorly. They scatter to the floor and he hastens to pluck them up, depositing them on the table before scurrying back to her, offering a hand to shake.]

New to the ship? Nice to meet you, welcome to the ship [he pulls back his hand as he speaks, waving it in a circle.] so on, so on. Are you the new lab folk? If you're not, ignore this. If you are [he drags the word out, pivoting back to his table covered in random plants and alien things.] I'm going to be over there. Working on something. Now, I'll keep out of your way but there is a strong possibility it might start to smell. I'll get some... incense or something to burn it away. Sound fair?

[He looks to her expectantly. Then remembers something. Offers his hand again.]

Ah. Right. I'm Mattias! Your possible crewmate. [A beat. He squints.] You are a crewman here, correct?

[Elena stops what she's doing the moment he enters the lab. She even attempts to say something before he's moseying straight back out. The second and third time, she just stands there with her arms lightly folded across her chest, staring at the trail of dirt and bits of grass/otherwise loose foliage he's managed to track into her once completely pristine lab.]

[Of course she immediately feels like she's overstepping her boundaries by thinking of it as hers, but it sorta is now, isn't it? As far as she knows, she's the only person on board with a lab augment. But she was hardly a pre-med student before she ended up here, still learning the vague ropes of what it'll take to become a doctor. It's like only being allowed to ride in the car in the backseat and suddenly being thrown in the driver's seat without any instruction on what to do.]

[She listens patiently as he rambles, figuring that she's not likely going to get a word in edgewise if he wasn't even close to entertaining conversation a moment ago when he was dragging things in here. Elena slowly puts her hand in his before shaking it. It's likely he'll notice she's got cold hands, but he may chalk that up to poor circulation.]

Yeah, my name is Elena. Do you work in here often?

[Which feels like an incredibly stupid and simple thing to say after all that, considering that she should probably say something about the mess he's made, but she just retracts her hand and tucks it back into place.]

[With how much time he's spent in the fleet, the coolness of her hand doesn't faze him. Everyone has an oddity here. Everyone is alien. He attributes it to that and, after a tilt of the head, blinks it back into the oblivion. Forgotten.]

Oh, no. I have a much less entertaining job. "Communications". Stuck up in the bridge most of time. Well, when we're not at a station, at least. No, no, I'm down here because... [He sways, flapping a hand at their surroundings before remembering himself.] Well, let's just say one of our own has a... unique medical condition. I'm here to try and make his life more tolerable.

[He gives her a second to catch on before clarifying.] A serum. Of sorts. It won't be permanent, I promise.

[Elena looses folds her arms again and nods a little. She can understand that, possibly more than he can realize which is why she doesn't pry into it any further than what he's already said. But there is still one slight problem that she has to draw his attention to.]

[Elena nods down at the dirt he's trailed in behind him.]

Are you planning on cleaning up?

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