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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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[He notices that smile, going by the slight hitch to his eyebrow, though he isn't sure what it means.]

I didn't think you would, unless I'm mistaken in the assumption that you aren't from my world. Politics, however, are something that at it's heart is always the same, no matter where you come from.

[He gives FDR a thoughtful look] You've had an unpleasant experience with it? [That's his only guess.]

Your world, huh? That's a really strange thing to consider. [But, aliens are pretty much living breathing proof of that.]

Uh. No. Not...really. I wouldn't call it unpleasant. Let's just say I've seen the messes politics can create.

[He makes a small, flourished shrugging gesture with one hand as if to say 'that's fair'. He was also one of those messes himself, which is why he was exiled, but details...]

Very well. And what is your current and former occupation?

You weren't one of the messy ones were you?

[Just a curiosity.]

I uuuh, I guess I'm a pilot. Back home I was a cruise ship captain. [He wasn't. But it's his typical story.]

[To his credit, he manages not to flinch, but he does glance down at the table.]

I made some enemies.

[He has the experience to be able to put a picture to concept of a cruise ship, and that's far more cringe-inducing than the rest of the conversation. Boats. He hates boats.]

I imagine that puts you within the same sphere of skill, at least.

[His head cants to the side curiously at that. He knows a guilty look when he sees it. And the answer confirms it. Still, he's not interested in judging. Nothing is black and white, after all. He kills people and still considers himself one of the good guys, so.]

Any of them follow you here?

[And he grins, shrugging casually. Well, in theory it totally should.] You'd think, right? [And he's just going to leave that alone.]

[Felix's status as a good person is a process of continuing debate, mostly with himself. Plenty of people have called him decent, but those same people weren't at home with him. Still, he smiles wryly at the idea. There is really only one that worries him, and he's confident Crowley would deal with Malkar should he show his face]

Thankfully, no.

[He mentally brushes the former away and breezily answers the second question] And actually, I have no idea. My world wasn't what you would call the most advanced. It was just a guess.

[Well. Guess that's a bonus point for him anyway. Granted, he's never been in space, but he knew it was possible. He gets the reality TV aspect, he gets the machines and the comm devices and thanks to the augment he gets how to handle the ship.

He can only imagine it'd be a much harder transition for some of these people who comes from more basic times.]

Oh yeah? So, space and travelling in it are new things to you, are they? Didn't make you freak out when you woke up here?

I did, actually. [He glances away again, but this time it has more to do with embarrassment than avoiding the truth.]

But not entirely for that reason.

Yeah? For what reason? [And he leans forward a little bit, because as much as he likes getting a grip on the situation and the place they're in, he's always been kind of fascinated with people.]

[He smiles amicably despite the topic] That's a long story, but in essence this isn't the first time I've been pulled out of my own world, and you may soon discover I'm not unique in that aspect among the fleet. I spent five years in that other world and was given a chance to leave and return back to my own world. Except, when I finally took that chance...I arrived here instead. I assumed it was another of Paradisa's tricks rather than a new place entirely.

...You've just been yanked out of your homeworld before? Another reality show? This is just common shit? [God, and he rolled his eyes so often at all those 'i got probed by alien' hicks. Maybe they really did get picked up for a alien porn show.]

Common might be overstating it, given the relative population of the many, many worlds represented here, but...my story is not a unique one either. Paradisa wasn't a reality show, no, and there are others here who were once there and remember it. I've heard that there are others here who have likewise been taken by other places. Feel free to ask around if you doubt me. All that tells is is that there are many powers in the cosmos that are beyond our comprehension.

Ah, man. I don't have any reason to doubt you. But to be honest, the places other people come from? Don't really mean shit to me when we look at the big picture. Other things to worry about, you know?

[And he really really would rather not think about an all powerful cosmos. Control issues.]

How right you are. On that note...feeling any better?

...[Well, there's a question that doesn't really have an easy answer, but he shrugs anyway.]

Yeah, suppose so. Thanks for the chat. ...What was your name again?

[The distraction of conversation is enough, even if not all of it is very comforting]

Where are my manners? [Probably back home, honestly. But he gives his new crewmate a wide grin and offers a hand across the table, each finger of which is wearing a heavy gold and garnet ring]

Felix Harrowgate. And you?

[He takes the hand and shakes it firmly, notes the jewelry, but honestly, he knows all about dressing to impress so he can appreciate the effort Felix is putting forth his in appearance.]

FDR. Nice to meet you.

FDR? How interesting. Is that the shortened form of something, or is that simply the custom where you come from?

Uh. No. It's...It's initials. For my name. Franklin. Actually. But I kind of prefer FDR.

As you wish. [Though clearly somewhat reluctant because Franklin sounds like a much better name to his ears]

[Seriously? The letters sound cool, okay? And they always lead to a bit of a mystery. He's used to asking what it stands for, or for people recognizing it for the president he's named after. He has sooo many presidential sex puns in his arsenal it's bordering pathetic. And he can't even use them because nobody here knows who the hell the man was. Ah well.]

Well, thanks for the chat, man. And the water. I guess I should go find a bed.

I won't keep you.

[He stands up at the exit line to show that he means it. He has other things to do, in any case.]

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