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Chocolate-flavored Dessert Cream on the House

[The bunks are filling up, but the new faces just keep appearing!

Are you a travel-weary passenger having trouble keeping your crew roster straight? Perhaps you are a fresh new recruit, finding themselves dumped into a new (and much less shiny) home. Or, maybe you've been around for a little bit and just haven't bothered meeting the other weirdos on this ship yet--what is their problem, anyway?

Well, this is the place for you!

All new passengers from the last few Shuffles, especially those who haven't met their crews yet, are welcome to post starter-comments here to invite those living on and visiting your ship to come and interact. Newbies could be just arriving on the ship, busying around where others can find them, or you can offering multiple options for interaction--however you'd like to set up your thread is fine. Just make sure to include the name of your ship in the header, so your crewmates can easily find you!

Everyone else-- go meet those newbies! Whether they are new to your own crew, or on ships you frequently visit, now is a great time to bump into them.]

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In this case, very little was found. If any of us have been harmed in our attempts, I've not heard of it.

We were all brought aboard the Marsiva several weeks ago after the ships suffered some damage from a nebula. The investigation yielded a small amount of information, but none with regards to the identity or location of Atroma.

What kind of information? [She'll take small over none.]

Primarily, that beneath the wall panels was a complex system of wiring and levers made of a very dense substance we could not disassemble further; I was also unable to sense any individual life-forms aboard that ship that weren't us, yet it felt as if the ship itself were alive. There was at least one medical bay broken into that we were supposed to be unable to access, but aside from some serial numbers we found no identifying information. There are also two hosts, Diamond and Beax, who we were able to speak with directly and from whom we received entirely unsatisfactory answers. I haven't seen them since we were returned to our ships.

There was also a very large library of modern Earth media--modern to my time, that is. Take from that what you will.

I like you, The Vision. [So full of information. And she's so used to being on a setting of "investigating and planning to get out" from the last place that she hasn't considered any other path here yet.]

Anything distinguishing about Diamond or Beax?

Thank you Miss Pryde--er, Kitty. [Habits, they're hard to break, but he wants to be on a first-name basis with his crew.]

Diamond appears female, Beax male. Aside from their voices, I'm afraid their only distinguishing feature is that they both have fabulous teeth.

[She just smiles as fhe fumbles with which name to use.] I guess dental care is a top priority for our captors. I guess that's something. Just a hop, skip, and a jump over to free from there.

[He smiles apologetically.]

Actually, it does serve as an indicator of their socioeconomic status and general medical facilities.

Sure. But I was kind of going with "of means" already since interdimensional abductions and space fleets seem pricey.

That would depend on the general availability of interstellar technology. For all we know, these ships have been used in the past twelve "cycles" of the show; given the general state of disrepair on some of them, I'd consider it a strong possibility; the planets we've visited don't seem to have the facilities to fabricate their own ships.

Good point. Can't really compare it to where I'm from. [But it's hard to ignore your only frame of references too.]

So, what about you? Are you hoping to get out? [He did seem to know more about what had been going on than anyone else she's spoken with.]

I'd welcome the chance to return home, but to be truthful, most of my friends and comrades are already here. No doubt there will be more crises to handle whether I'm there or not.

Most? Really? That's kind of impressive. Then again I've already seen more people I know than I ever expected to. Kind of know. [Not her versions and it is only three. She had low expectations.]

I could hope for the Falcon or War Machine, but otherwise yes. My timeline seems to be a fairly popular one with the viewers.

Are those also their given names? [Because they still register as codenames to her.]

Ah, no. Sam Wilson and James Rhodes, two of the newer Avengers. Thor and myself are the only ones without alternate identities.

Avengers, huh? Team of people with powers fighting to save the world? [She doesn't actually recognize the name. This is a guess based on her own experiences and the vibe she's getting from Vision.]

Or extraordinary abilities rather than powers as such. Sam Wilson is trained in the use of a very rare piece of equipment that essentially grants him wings.

But we do try to help the world, yes.

Sounds familiar. Not the specific team, but the concept.

[And.] I do know a guy with actual wings.

[Oh, that gets a smile. His eyes light up.]

Do you? I'd wish to meet him, but, ah--I'm afraid a spaceship would feel extremely claustrophobic for someone with wings.

Haven't seen Angel in a long time, [And they weren't exactly close. He wasn't an X-Man.] but you never know who might turn up. [He did die shortly before her in the attack.] I'll introduce you if he does. [And if he's a version of himself who recognizes her.]

I'd appreciate that. Thank you for the offer.

[Even if he never shows up, it's still kindly meant.]

Hey, what's a crewmate for, right?

Actually, how does that work here? Do people keep to themselves? Big family dinners? Hazing?

There's no hazing on this ship, at least, but it is rather small so we get to know one another fairly well.

I tend to keep to myself, as I have no food requirements, but I do like to join the rest of the crew for entertainment. Wrath likes to gather for movie nights every so often, and I perform regular checkups on Castle's robotic janitors.

No food requirements, huh? Do you mind if I ask, are you an artificial intelligence? [It feels like an odd thing to ask someone. It's not like he's a fake person. Non-organic?]

[It's a fair question, and he smiles again.] I identify as an android, yes, although the full story is rather complicated. An organic body infused with a rare metal, given two AI downloads, fused with a powerful artifact and then brought to life with Mjolnir's thunder. I can eat, but it's not necessary.

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