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Who: Marhi Ohsi and YOU!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Outside the Huntress...? Good luck.
When: Current.

[ When the video comes on, it shows a woman of blue skin and unusual garb: She's currently dressed in one of the space suits, tethered safely to the outside of the ship. It is not her first time in strange places, but never has she travelled so deep into the abyss of the sky that the very air is torn from one's lungs.

In her clumsy, gloved hands is a fishing rod. Well, technically a fishing rod. It is a child's plastic toy, bright neon pink with a thick grip, and the bait is nothing more than a chubby, smiling plastic fish. Not to be used under the age of two and beware the risk of swallowing,

Still, Marhi casts it into space with the eyes and the ease of a master fisher. Somehow she's even managed to catch some small, metal space junk and rocks, shoved into the makeshift bag of her coat. ]

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Space is not the sky!

It is A sky, and I have fished in stranger.

...

Why.

We will need a great amount of worthy metal to begin forging a work a tenth as great as that which Miah wields. The starmetal of this place may endure a while.

... So you're just going to hold on to all of that on the off-chance we end up somewhere with a forge?

What else would you have me do? Dance for the invisible hands of unknown puppetmasters in the hopes of succour, or lie in wait for the hand of the divine to intercede, doing nothing with my days?

Perhaps I will catch naught, but there is a low - perhaps infinitesimally small - chance I will catch something of worth to us in days to come. Do you not think it worth the effort?

[Well, her normal answer is 'lie around and mope', so the idea of proactively doing something is a bit difficult.]

... I guess so. It's not like we have anything else to be doing.

[ It is time to finish the life cycle of the final fantasy heroine:

She must become the mentor who dies before the end. ]

What is it you do during your day?

Edited 2015-09-10 06:34 (UTC)

... Cook? Check the communicator for new stuff?

[magpie no]

Edited 2015-09-10 06:36 (UTC)

... And that is all?

... Yes...? Basically, yeah?

Have you formed bonds with the people of these ships?

Yeah, a few? I'm explaining stuff for the new people a lot of the time?

You have done well enough.

Thank you...?

[She's so confused.]

But there is more to do. There are a great many people, strangers to me, who might yet be a strength we stand alongside.

Yeah.

I've been meaning to work on a project of sorts, anyway... Something to help people while they're stuck on the Marsiva.

Pray tell.

People keep showing up with the same questions. And since they're stuck on the Marsiva for a while, there's no team- I mean, no crewmates to explain things to them, except people just as lost as they are. I was thinking of trying to write a guide- What we know, what we suspect, what's happened to us all so far, and so on.

I know of a problem you must also see - That which translates our speech works poorly on scripts. I, myself, suffer none from this, but most else would be left dumb.

... That's right, you have that weird language superpower. Hey, does that work both ways?

What do you mean?

I haven't started yet because I was trying to work around that problem. But if you can speak any language, can you write in any language as well?

Yes. I am blessed by the "weird language superpower", and with that all tongues become my mother tongue.

I see.

The augment did introduce a new language that I can read and write, so I was just going to use that, but there might be some interesting ways we can use that power of yours, too.