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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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[She looks completely ridiculous. Mattias has no idea why her hands are poised as such, or why her eyes are glowing, or why she's so surprised at being caught. Neither does he really care. He's quick to group the oddities with the rest of the fleet's, responding to the whole display with nothing more than an arched brow.

For a long moment, he says nothing. Then he flicks his wrist, motioning for her to stand.]

There's only cleaning supplies in there. We don't keep much in the small cabinets. There's not much use for them when we have the lockers. You're new?

[It's not really a question.]

[Wanda corrects her posture, looking up at this new stranger. The arch brow and sour lemon look on his face clearly relaying his unimpressed disdain.]

Yes, I just arrived on this ship. The "Starstruck" I believe it is called? I am to be the tactical support officer. [A brief pause, before she asks:] You are... ?

Mattias. Communications.

[His gaze doesn't soften but something changes. A shift towards empathy. With an abrupt turn of his heel, he pivots, pointing down the hall towards the front of the ship.]

I'm on something of a vacation now, but I work in the bridge, usually. It's down there, large cabin at the front. You've probably been in it already. Not much storage in it, I'm afraid.

[A hint of mischief as he says that, the lightest smirk encroaching his lips.] Closer to us is the med lab. All sorts of things in there, but it's all what one would expect. Samples, bandages, medicines. Self-explanatory. Again—[Finally, he turns back to her. His expression has shifted completely. It's friendlier, teasing, almost.]—you've probably been in it.

So [he tucks his hands into his pockets, rocking back on his heels] what is it you were searching for? I'll give you a tour but it's rather pointless to lead you where you've already been.

[Mattias' seemingly flippant mood swings catch Wanda a little off guard. She's not really sure how to react to his now cheerier disposition.]

As I said, I am not exactly looking for any room in particular. One of the few things I know from my augment is that there should be hidden storage compartments on this ship. I was really just trying to locate them for future reference.

Oh.

[A twitch of a frown. He looks left and right. Then does it again, tapping his chin in thought. Soon, his whole body is turning. Left to right. Right to left. Finally, he points down towards the cargo area.] Ah, right. Down there. There's one hidden in the high right corner of the room. I saw Aaron stash something there.

[A beat; another glimmer of a frown. He shakes it away and looks back to her.] Does that help?

It might. I have yet to find one by myself, so maybe if I know what one looks like then it might be easier to find others.

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