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Who: SS Windrose crew and visitors
Broadcast: Le nope
Action: SS Windrose
When: April

[For the usage to mingle on the best ship in the fleet. Get your mingle on ladies, gents, and others!]

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[Snuggles slides nervously into Misty's lap, curling up tight and trembling as he eyes Ordis. For her part, Misty is glaring at her new shipmate.]

What the hell crawled up your butt and died? He's just a little ol' fox, he ain't gonna hurt you.

Edited 2016-04-24 13:52 (UTC)

Excuse you, that is most vulgar terminology! And this creature has-invaded-made its way into Ordis' personal space and is now shedding biological waste everywhere! That is unacceptable!

Biological waste?

[Misty frowns and lifts up the covers to check for droppings.]

I don't see any shit. Did he go under the bed or something?

Can you not see! There is hair everywhere and who knows there could be spittle and all other sorts of nasty things!

[Granted, he doesn't have to worry about hair clogging up vents in the ship anymore, but the sentiment is still the same here.]

[Misty just... stares for a second. Is this guy for real?]

A little hair ain't gonna kill you. Certainly ain't no damn reason to go yellin' at animals.

Edited 2016-04-26 03:59 (UTC)

It gets caught in vents and short circuits systems not to mention that it is a gross violation of personal autonomy and space!

He's a fox. He don't know nothing about personal autonomy. You can't expect him to react how a person would. But if you're gonna be such a shit about it, I'll tell him to go.

[Gently, lovingly, she strokes Snuggle's back then gives him a nice scritch behind the ears. He's still shaking and making concerned noises, but then she whispers something in his ear and he goes still. A moment later, he sits straight up, jumps off her lap, and heads straight out the door, not even looking at Ordis as he walks by the AI's feet.]

[He has the vague feeling he should be offended at everything, but there's still too much going on for him to properly even process that fact. There's been a violation of his personal area, and that's a deeply troubling thing no matter how badly it makes him look. Not that he's really aware of the latter anyways; human nuances are still very fresh and foreign.]

It is Ordis' personal space. Ordis needs complete control over his space, that is how space works.

Whatever you say. [What a weird guy. And why does he talk like that?] I'll get Rhiannon in here to clean all this up for you.

Ordis does not know what a 'Rhiannon' is and does not trust things he can not logically work through at this time. [Whatever it is could cause more trouble, as far as he knows.]

Rhiannon's my robot.

[Wait what.]

Ordis does not feel comfortable with knowing anything robotic is in subjugation.

[Well now, maybe that's it, maybe that's why he feels so different. He's a robot too - though not the same as Vision either.]

I don't own her, I don't own anybody. When I say "my" I just mean like when you say "my friend" or "my mother." She's a cleaning droid - she'll probably come by on her own anyway, but I just figured you wanted it sooner rather than later.

[And of course there's the matter of the droids not being AIs, but that don't matter to Misty really. She treats them kindly anyway, just in case.]

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