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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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I'm glad.

[He floats over there himself and lays a hand on the glass, near to where the yellow fish is hanging out.]

It may be difficult to find more fish who meet the environmental requirements of these. Few oceans have the same salinity values and chemical composition. This moon certainly does not. I don't object to the idea, however.

Oh yeah I guess that makes sense. Like how the river fish can't live in the swamps and the swamp fish can't live in the ocean.

Yes, very much like that. Though of course we could obtain a smaller tank as well, if there were new varieties we wished to acquire.

What about... rat cages? Not like those horrible wire things they use in labs, but you know, fun shit like wheels and tubes and things. Do you know how to make those?

[He tilts his head.]

I think it would be very simple to make something like that, yes. Do you have a small pet in mind?

Well... I've been saving the rats Rhiannon catches, to let them back out somewhere safe, which worked okay on the space station, but I ain't lettin' any animal out onto this planet. So I want to give them a better home while they wait.

[They're not exactly rats, but the Vision nods regardless. It's born of compassion - and anywhere with a spaceport is probably well aware of the dangers of invasive species.]

The supplies to make a habitat are readily available on this moon, even if perhaps intended for other purposes. How large would you like it to be?

As big as I can without gettin' in the way. I don't like the idea of cagin' them up, but it also ain't fair to them or to Snuggles to just have 'em loose in my room.

Indeed. It's difficult for him to repress his instincts, though he can be taught. Better not to have the situation arise in the first place.

[He looks around thoughtfully and, after a moment, gestures to one of the corners stacked with cargo crates.]

Perhaps in this area? It could be used as a boundary marker between cargo and open area.

[She lights up.]

That'd be great! Long as the rest of the crew don't mind, that is.

I'm willing to dedicate ship space to any personal projects. If they're contained, Ordis should have no difficulty, at least.

[And let's be real, he's the most high-strung person ever. E v e r.]

[She wrinkles her nose at the mention of Ordis.]

What's that guy's problem anyway?

[His eyes soften; he understood the poor cephalon immediately.]

Ordis was a heavily damaged AI who has only recently been given an organic body. He is adjusting to that as well as the shock of his transfer here. His emotional instability is at least in part due to a--if you're familiar with the effects of a computer virus?

Kinda.

[Computers... are not really her thing, but she's young enough that she isn't completely living under a technological rock.]

So it's like someone messed with his head and he didn't heal right?

In terms of injuries, it's as if he suffered physical trauma to the head and was then emotionally damaged in the recovery. I believe he is capable of recovery in a non-violent and low-stress environment; I hope to be able to provide that here.

[Oh. Well shit.]

I didn't know that. I guess I owe him an apology.

His reactions are still quite extreme, I admit. If you should come to a disagreement, please feel free to seek me out. I believe I can calm him in nearly any situation.

I... kind of yelled at him about Snuggles.

He kind of overreacted to Snuggles. An agreement was reached, however?

[i.e., Snuggles doesn't go to Ordis's room, Ordis doesn't test the permeability of the bunk walls.]

Yeah I told Snuggles to leave and he did. Poor thing was so scared, I don't think he'll want to go back in there again.

He will stay out if an area is designated off-limits, so I believe that should be fine. I'll increase his treat ration temporarily to deal with the inconvenience.

[Grin.]

Oh, I'm sure he'll be fine with that.

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