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[normallycharmed]

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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[stayinthecar]

[ Zee has no idea how to deal with all the yelling. He blinks a few times, then points to his augment. ]

Atroma, I suppose? I'm certain there will be an announcement later.

[noctiphile]

Oh.

[That seems to satisfy some part of him. He deflates, anger snuffed out and drifting off as he resettles in his seat.]

Then she is gone.

[Unsure how to feel, he stares at his plate in consideration. His normally fidgeting hands remain still, flattened on the table. It takes him a few minutes to recollect his thoughts. He looks up when he does, as if surprised Zee is still tolerating his presence. Probably because he has every right not to be after that display.]

—Sorry. I—It's the first time we've lost someone, I think. [For some reason, saying it out loud makes his throat thick.] If it's any consolation, I don't think our last captain had much experience, either. She managed just fine. I'm sure you will too.

[He falls silent before he realizes that silence is too awkward.] —None of us here really know what we're doing, I think. Well. Our cook does. One of them. That's about it.

[stayinthecar]

[ It takes more than that to put Zeta off. He seems like he sympathizes in some way, even -- losing a friend is something he's never had to deal with before, and he knows he wouldn't deal well with it. ]

It's alright, I understand. I'm sorry you've lost someone now. I'm afraid didn't know her. [ He smiles faintly. ] I will do my best.

Piper is the cook with experience, right? She's nice.

[noctiphile]

[His smile flickers. Nervous.]

She is, yes. To both. [He taps his fork against his place, caught in the median between eating again and not.] Most of the crew is nice, though they can be rough at first. They mean well. They're all good people.

I'm Mattias. [A beat.] Did I say that already?