these are the days, it never rains but it pours...

[falconing]

Who: The crew of the Huntress and all visitors!
Action: On board the Huntress.
When: The month of January!

It's a mingle! For our new crew, resolving various catastrophes, and assuring Han Solo he made the correct decision in becoming a good person. Please send help.

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[fishwife]

[It's precisely because they were all placed here that they have to stick together. They have no choice in the matter. If they don't get along, they could be hurt or worse.]

You fight for it.

[She holds out her left hand. There's a quick spark of electricity, and then a bright blue-green lance appears. She's careful not to point it at Koala-- in fact, the first thing she does is place Koala's hand over it.

The girl probably isn't strong or tall enough to hold it up, so Undyne helps support it.]

I know what you're thinking. You're small and easily hurt, right? But that's okay. You have time. I started off smaller than you, but I had a lot of enthusiasm! I followed around my biggest hero and learned how to fight like he did.

You don't have to use weapons to fight, either. Sometimes words and kindnesses are enough to save someone. The strongest human I know didn't hurt anyone at all.

[scrubscrub]

[She's not even supposed to touch a weapon. Touching a weapon could have her lose a hand, or get a beating, or — or if it's grave enough, it'll be the death of her. But her tension melts slightly with Undyne's words.

She blinks, that impossible smile gone now.]

The strongest human didn't...

How did they do something like that?

[fishwife]

[The spear vanishes with a twitch of Undyne's fingers. Koala doesn't seem interested in holding it. Maybe it's best to start her off slowly, with entry level weapons like swords and machetes.]

People with big hearts can do just about anything as long as they're determined.

[Very cautiously,she reaches out to brush a bit of hair away from Koala's eyes.]

I'm sorry I scared you. I'm Undyne.

[scrubscrub]

[She smiles after a moment. It's not as confident as could be, but it's at least not one of her large, awful smiles, which were often so fake and full of fear or worry. She looks down and wrings her hands a little, her nerves smoothed out by the comforting way Undyne's speaking.]

It's okay. I don't mind.

... I'm Koala.