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[--really, the confetti and cheery jingle announcing a new arrival startles Nel just as much as the actual arrival tumbling to the floor does. with a similar yelp, he straightens up fast from where he'd been dozing in the comms seat (because it's the most comfortable seat on the bridge, not because he'd been actually working there), and scrubs the bleariness out of his eyes.

so, Jon is greeted by a startled teenager with piercings and brightly-colored hair, wearing little else but an enormously-oversized shirt, staring at him from where he's seated nearby. also there are pointed ears.

welcome.]

[That's.

Wow. Okay. He stares for a beat too longer than necessary because what is he wearing, is he a Tyroshi (no he's not, some reasonable voice in Jon's mind supplies, not everyone here is from the same world), then shakes his head to try and shake off the shock.

...why's he not wearing pants?]

So what ship am I on this time?

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Oh, uh... this is the Three Twins.

[a perfectly logical name for a ship. and he leans a little in his seat, as if he might actually be able to peer at the newcomer from a different angle like that.]

Are you new? ...Like, in living here?

[The Three what now?

...yeah, he's not even gonna touch that.]

I suppose I am. [Said newcomer holds himself in a wary manner, as if he's not quite ready and willing to socialize with anyone else. Really, Jon just wants to talk to his siblings again.] Jon Snow. [He looks the other teenager up and down, as if he isn't sure whether to trust him or not.]

You?

Oh, that's a cool name! [at least said stranger has a bright, ready smile once he starts to get over his startlement.]

And I'm Nel.

[annnd he returns the up-and-down glance.]

...You're really a new crewmate here? What do you do?

[Well, that's a surprise, he's never been complimented on his name before.]

Engineering. I think.

[He's had enough time to figure out the augments and everything else, and while he's not so keen on the idea of having something in his head, he can't deny that at least it's useful, when it comes to finding his way around all the computers. Theoretically, anyway.

...oh, gods, who gave the medieval fantasy kid an engineering augment.]

What about you? What do you do on this ship?

Oh! I don't know if we've had one of those before.

[he sits up even more properly now--hanging his legs off the chair like he should, instead of curled up in the seat the wrong way in order to nap.]

And I'm Comms, I guess. I don't actually do a whole lot, though.

[and lack of pants be damned, he quickly drags a hand through his hair to make sure that it's pushed into shape it should. because that's what's important here.]

What's Comms supposed to do, then?

[Unlike Nel, Jon makes absolutely no effort to make himself look any better, but instead just leans on the nearest flat surface. He does make the effort to not look down, though.]

It's mostly like... talking to people and stuff. Encrypting things on the network, answering hails, working the computers...

[but, really, the fact that he even knows all this when he'd never had to actually learn it creeps him out, and it gives him more responsibility than he ever wants to think about. so, he's eager to change the subject.]

I bet your job is way more interesting though. You build stuff, right?

Seems like it. [And there, in his head, like it's always been there--information on engines and robotics and technology that Jon's never even seen before almost a week ago.] Though I suppose it's less "building stuff" and more repairing them.

[And it's really kind of creepy that he knows this already.]

But it's not very interesting to me. You get to talk to others, though, mayhaps you've found something interesting.

Well... Listening in on conversations is pretty fun. That's the only part of the job I really like.

[and even talking about his 'job' in this capacity is more than he'd like to think about it at all, so he's eager to change the subject. scooting out of the chair and onto his feet, he motions back toward the rest of the ship.]

Hey, do you want me to show you around the ship or anything? There isn't much to it, though.

Nothing else?

[Well, that's a surprise--Jon had wanted to know more about Comms, and. Everything else, he supposes, but this is good too. At the very least he won't get lost trying to find his own room.]

I suppose it wouldn't do to get lost on the very ship I'm supposed to be keeping together. [That's how he understands this whole engineering business, anyway.] Aye, I'd like that. [He nods to the rest of the ship, ready to fall in behind Nel.] Lead the way.

[first stop is wandering through the galley! and Nel kind of hesitates there, but still kind of awkwardly continues forward, like he's not sure if he should hang out there or move on to the next thing quickly.

leading isn't exactly his strong suit.]

This is the kitchen. Sometimes people write their names on things in the fridge... otherwise, you can just eat whatever you find.

And the stuff from the machines is pretty gross, but it's not too bad.

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