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[Usually an island of calm patience, the Vision has been acting rather restless lately. He's acquired nearly everything he might want from the moon so he's more often at home on the ship. His crew can always find him on the bridge at dedicated times of day, because it's important for a captain to be accessible, but even when he's there he's almost always tinkering with some device or other instead of sitting still. The cargo bay is starting to look more full than usual after investing in some chemicals for trade and his plants are thriving. He's only picked up a few specimens from this moon due to their toxicity, but he hopes to find a use for them regardless; they sit on the highest shelves to minimize accidental contact.

When he's not in one of those two areas, he's almost always down in Engineering working on various projects except for a few hours of rest in his quarters.]

[ the girl who walks to the bridge isn't a usual sight there. mostly because she works so hard on understanding her duties in the sick bay. still, there are times margaery wanders her to marvel at the view and at the work being done.

today, however, she walks over, all pale silks and brown locks, a girl no older than seventeen and curtsies ]

Forgive me my intrusion captain, I wished to introduce myself, it is high time we meet.

[In response, the Vision rises and bows to her, somehow managing to look both fluid and awkward.]

It would be my pleasure. I am the Vision; Natasha left the Windrose in my care before she departed, if you knew her. What may I do for you?

I never had the pleasure but I heard wonderful things of her. I am Margaery, Captain, Margaery of house Tyrell, I was assigned the care of the sick bay.

[ not something she expected but something she tries to do well nonetheless ]

I only wished to say I am at your service, if you shall ever need my assistance in anything for our crew our anyone in the fleet, it shall be my pleasure to offer my aid.

We're fortunate to have you, Margaery. Dr. Crusher was somewhat in despair over our lack of a medical officer for some time.

[Look some of them are accident-prone.]

Do you have any particular interests or specialties I should be aware of? As for myself, in addition to being the Engineer I have a broad knowledge of computers and robotics.

How fortunate then. Would that my services shall never be needed and may our crew be blessed with good health for the rest of our journey.

[ and as for the question, she curtsies again, her smile turns a shade bashful ]

I fear I have never been in a realm in which a ship can sail among stars, Captain. I am gifted with a needle and thread, if anyone shall need clothes or uniform of any kind.

[dryly] May Wrath not injure her back further. Has she seen you for muscle relaxants?

[...it's probably best not to mention that his "outfit" isn't actually clothing and that he rarely wears anything that isn't formed of his own body.]

You're hardly alone in that. In my own timeline, my planet has made short trips to its own moon but not beyond. Humans can live in space, but only for short time and with few of the conveniences of these ships.

I'll keep an eye out for fabrics at our future stops, if you'd like.

Not yet but I shall be certain to have them ready for when she will, it should not be an issue.

[ she smiles a little, looks around them ]

The only ships in my time sail on water and not very fast, either.

[ but she will curtsy again at his offer ]

It's so sweet of you to offer, thank you. It would be most helpful. I've been collecting as much fabric as I could buy and carry. We might come to need it one day.

[ and she could use some new gowns ]

Thank you.

So it was on Earth for thousands of years. Only in the last century have we pierced the atmosphere, though our entry into the larger galactic community is still a matter of debate. This has been very much a learning experience for me as well.

[He inclines his head.]

Certainly. Please do let me know if you think of any other way I might be of help.

[It's only his second time on the Windrose, but it already looks different from his last visit. Stepping off his shuttle, Erik has to admire the longevity of the plants. It's not the kind of element he imagines plants do well in, even on the Iskaulit. Shifting his bag under his arm, he nods to Vision, recognising him from a few weeks ago.]

You have quite a collection here.

Thank you. I find I prefer to be surrounded by living things. [He floats down from one of the upper shelf, settling on the ground because it's not polite to hover.]

May I help you?

[Erik frankly wouldn't care if Vision had stayed up there; to each their own. Who was he to ground someone if they didn't want it? He shakes his head slightly, hefting the bag.]

I'm here to visit Kitty, actually. I have something to give her.

[It's more habit than anything else - Erik's a flier himself, and so unlikely to be intimidated by such a thing.]

Then I welcome you to the Windrose. I'm afraid we're out of fresh coffee and tea leaves, but I would be happy to put on a pot of instant if you plan to be here for a while.

Fresh anything has been a bit hard to come by. [He'd paid an arm and a leg for a salad weeks ago, just to have something that wasn't paste-like.]

Well, if you're offering, I'll take you up on it. Thank you.

Perhaps the next stop will have more in the way of resupply. I've yet to acquire a tea or coffee plant, but the kelp and algae do well enough in their tank, if you've anything to trade and would like some. [See, they're not just backup oxygen supply.]

Gladly. I'll meet you in the kitchen when your business concludes?

[Kelp and algae... he's not even certain what he would do with those, and it shows on his face. He should ransack the library for more cookbooks.]

I've been working on purifying metal I took from the moon. Steel, mostly. I have some pieces left over, if you need anything like that. I can shape it into other things.

All right. [He heads off to deliver Kitty her claws. After a while, he leaves for the kitchen.]

[Erik, you're making his engineering self happy with the offer of raw materials.] I would, depending on what you have available. We'll talk of that later.

[And sure enough, he has a fresh pot of tea and some blueprints waiting on the kitchen table when Erik reappears.]

Dr. Crusher is working to construct a surgical suite and has asked for my assistance with the components. Do you think the raw materials you have might be able to help with these?

Thank you. [He pours himself a cup, casting a curious glance at the blueprints.]

They should be able to, though I may not have enough for extensive amounts of work. However, I've been getting them from a junk heap on the moon, then stripping the poison from them. It would be easy enough to do more of that, or tell you the chemicals needed to do it yourself.

[It's pretty decent stuff, as far as space beverages go.]

I'd appreciate your help in shaping it most, I think. We shouldn't require a great deal of raw materials, but the finesse can be difficult without a proper forge.

That's true enough. [He's worked with both his own hands and a forge before. That was long before he learned how to liquefy things under his own power. He reaches out and taps the blueprints with a finger.] Is that what these are for?

[The Vision nods.]

Given the lack of sufficiently trained medical assistants, most of the surgical work will need to be performed with robotic assistance and a doctor in control. It also allows for precise work on a small scale.

[Robots and surgery... his two least favourite things, combined. Erik can't stop a slight twisting of expression at that, though it eases quickly.]

Sounds reasonable enough.

[Not to him. But in general, perhaps.]

[Yes well, Misty's healing potions wouldn't make a dent in the mess that's Wrath's back injuries, so they have to approach it from a more traditional standpoint.]

I appreciate it. Is there anything I can do for you in exchange?

If I think of something, I'll let you know. [A pause, as he stares into his teacup.] Though I wouldn't mind having some of this to take back to my ship.

Certainly. I've yet to find any Camellia sinensis to grow, but I'm told this is an acceptable substitute.

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