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[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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( medbay ▍ it’s logic for a renaissance girl )

[ she seems to be the only on on board capable of handling the place ( they twisted my head just right, she thinks but keeps the thought well hidden in her mind. they have access to literally everything else but everything else can be manipulated.

she lets fingers hover around the surfaces, looks into things she should not know but does. it is a good twist, she thinks, a manner to help the ill and do good, what more could the audience want than the beautiful girl who would assist those who need her?

she will turns when she hears footsteps, myrish lace and silks in blue with golden roses barely making a noise as she moves ) ]

How do you do? May I help you?

[ SS windrose, meet your new medical bay girl ]

Edited 2016-02-09 21:39 (UTC)

[Funny how just being polite and accommodating can get a pause out of Kitty, but pause she does before an amused smile creeps on to her face.] I do well. I heard we had a whole new room. That seemed kind of bizarre and worth checking out. I guess we have a whole new crewmate too.

You never had this chamber before I arrived?

[ what an odd little thought. almost as if new people inspire their own space. margaery might never understand the magic behind this realm but she does find it becoming at times. the room has given her a little vase which now hosts the roses she had brought with her. she moves towards her new company, gives her a little curtsy. ]

I was told I would find myself upon the ship chosen for me.

[ the windrose, it is very fitting, she chooses to see it as a sign of favor from whoever runs this little game. ]

I am Margaery of house Tyrell; it is an honor.

I've only been here a little over a week so my "never" doesn't go back that far. It's new to me.

[Was that actually a curtsy? Kitty is trying very hard not to look as amused as she feels right now. The woman seems nice. She practically seems like sunshine in person form.]

Kitty Pryde. No house. Good to meet you.

Are you a princess? [It was strangely common to run into at her last multidimensional, inescapable location.]

Onlu over a week? you seem already so comfortable or perhaps it is simply I who am not yet sure of this scenery. Sailing a ship in - space, is it? is not a concept we are aware of where I come from.

[ but then she reaches for her hand, leads her inside. ]

May I call you Kitty? it is such a lovely name, I quite like it.

[ and at her question, she chuckles ]

A Queen Consort, Queen to be. I am a lady by my own title.

[And they're holding hands. What is life? She doesn't phase herself out of the hold though, so she just follows along.] Kitty's fine. It's not my first time in space or out of my own reality, so I had a head start. I'm sure you aren't alone in it.

[These places could be rough enough on their own without feeling even that much more behind or different when it came to the basics. She remembers her own culture shock the first time she traveled to a place like this even if it was an underwater prison and not an outer space reality show. They had the augments, but it's not the same as feeling like you belong.]

I'm sorry. [And if that wasn't clear.] That you're separated from your fiance. Unless he's here too?

( continued here )

[ It's hard to miss the fact that an entire new wing just magically appeared on the ship. Of course Dean's going to explore it, try to puzzle it out.

That's his intention, anyway. But he's distracted instantly by the girl that popped in with it. Princess Leia's gone, and that sucks, but if she had to be replaced by anybody... yeah, this'll do it. ]

Uh, hi.

[ Dean smiles, thrown off-guard, then looks around the room a second as he wanders in a little closer, before turning back towards her. ]

Yeah, actually. I heard we got some kind of pharmacy. Guess this is it.

[ His eyes scan past her again and he starts wandering toward the closest set of shelves, looking at the supplies. ]

You see anything labelled dramamine? Pepcid? Anti-nausea, anything like that?

A very new one, indeed and a new member for you crew alongside it, though I am not certain it is as exciting. Dramamine, you said? Please, do sit.

[ she reaches for his arm, walks him inside and towards a chair. ]

I promise I am very nice.

[ her smile is perhaps dipped in mischief but overall, she's all smiles as she wanders towards the cabinet to look for what he asked ]

Is this for you or for someone else? you do not seem ill.

[ His eyebrows lift as she pulls and guides him, but he goes with it, doesn't try to stop her. Why the hell would he? Young, good-looking, with an accent, and promising to be nice in a way that says she won't be... Yeah, he'll go along with just about anything, at this point. He smiles back, a shit-eating kind of grin. ]

I'm feeling better already. Thanks.

[ But he sits anyway, leaning on the back of the chair and watching her flit around like she's already at home with the place. ]

But yeah, it's for me. I'm a, uh... Nervous flier, guess you could say. Whiskey's doing me just fine, but when this thing starts moving... Just trying to be prepared for the worst.

[ He's going to lock himself in the bathroom until they land somewhere again, basically, and nothing short of some hard space valium is going to stop him. It's not going to be pretty, so the best he can do is try to plan for it. Even if thinking about it alone, flying through freaking outer space, is enough to get his stomach churning again.

And since he wants her name, he gives his. ]

I'm Dean, by the way.

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