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Who: Nightingale and you!
Broadcast: Video and audio
Action: Iskaulit!
When: Now.

[When the video feed starts, it displays a large room inside the Iskaulit, covered in snow and... dog toys. A lot of them, actually. And there's a single fox romping around in the snow, as well.]

Hi, everyone. It's Nightingale. This post was just to say that the fox park on the Iskaulit is now finished and open for anyone to come let their foxes out to play, since they probably need to, and this is obviously not a good planet to bring pets to. On a related note, if I find out anyone's bringing their foxes down to poison planet down there, I'm going to punch you as hard as I can.

[The video then cuts out, without ever actually showing Nightingale, but the audio keeps going.]

... And on an unrelated note. Can anyone tell me about weird physical transformations happening here? Do those happen often? Are those related to our augments? And how long do they last?

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I have one, but you probably don't want to hear it.

Besides, it's... embarrassing to admit, but when I said 'too far gone', I didn't entirely mean the monster instincts.

I'm sure I could take it.

At the risk of asking embarrassing questions to someone I just met who did me a favor... What did you mean?

The backup plan is to throw myself out an airlock if I start to feel the monster's instincts.

[She says it so matter-of-factly, like it's not even about her. Though, at the second part, she turns a bit red, looking away.]

It wasn't like 'too far gone in the monster's instincts, so I attacked someone'. I'm... kind of the type to panic and run away when things go bad. So, that's what I did.

Or to throw yourself out of an airlock.

Could a room on this ship hold you if you were locked in? [Just trying to think through other solutions.]

I... have no idea. I'm a mage, and it's not like this form takes away my magic. And... It seems like harpies are claustrophobic?

Well, that's not good.

...What happens if someone dies here? [Is this a strange question? You just came back the next day where she was before with some...glitches.]

Not sure. I don't think anyone's tested it yet.

In my home world, you resurrected, just a little bit weaker. And in my last shithole, our teams had patrons who could bring us back. But here... Hasn't happened, I think.

Really? Over a year here and no deaths?

That's...impressive I guess. Do you think it's the general lack of danger or maybe the augment curbing tendencies? [Death would be ratings though, wouldn't it? Also, this is hardly the time, Kitty. More immediate problems!]

No deaths that I know of. It's an important distinction.

... I don't know, though. At the castle, we didn't really have a choice but to kill someone else or be killed, around one every week. I guess it's the lack of being pushed to that?

The castle? The place Allen was? [It was that harsh? ...Allen.]

Oh- Sorry, no. Different castle. I'm pretty sure I hold the record here for shittiest previous interdimensional shithole, along with the others from the other teams here.

No, nothing to be sorry about. Sounds like you've been through enough there and now with this. [Waving a hand at her wings.]

[She shrugs, which is interesting to watch when it's done with both shoulders and wings.]

There's no monsters telling me my choices are to get dismembered or eat someone this time, so it's better than last time.

... Sorry, I'm... not good at keeping things positive. Should I stop talking about that place?

[She frowns at that. Reactions tending toward the subtle, but it is a horrifying choice to be faced with.]

Only if you want to. I'm usually the one bringing up the depressing stuff. [You make her feel cheerful by association.] I can handle it.

If you're sure...

[let's be real, eeyore is cheerful by comparison to her.]

Well, it's not like there's much left to say about that game, anyway.

I'm sure, but that's fine too.

[She gestures to the wings.] I'll help if there is something I can help with.

Mostly, I think I'll just need help with food... I can't exactly cook like this.

[She wiggles her claws.]

And you still need to figure out what will sate you, right? Maybe you'll get lucky and it will be raw meat. [No cooking. But also, they can't have much of that especially at a stop like this one.] I could bring some things over for you to try.