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[Daneel is sketching. He's seated in the common area with a sketchbook on the table in front of him and a collection of pencils. He is practising very seriously, and his art tends to be strictly photorealistic, excessively detailed, and is generally of people, because this is the sort of thing a robot focuses on.

He might ask to draw your portrait, if you show signs of hanging around.]

[Jennifer was catching up on some chores she'd been neglecting- checking on her plants on the Iskaulit, restocking her infirmary, cleaning her instruments and so on. She'd make herself available for medical appointments if need be.

She could also be found working out, or with a chess board set up in the common area, because she was actually getting bored enough to consider challenging people on the planet to matched.]

[Well. She hadn't completely fallen over herself upon arrival, though she certainly hasn't made many attempts to reach out to her fellow shipmates. Mostly she seems-- scared, a little. She regards everyone with a wary suspicion, but she's always at least polite just... distantly so.

She's gotten her hands on something to write with--and in--at least, so maybe now she can start a list of the people she's met and her notes on them. starting with a list of everyone on her current crew, except...

Well. Everything's pretty blank following their names. She knows nothing about these people. Yuri hesitates-- does she even want to know about them? Closeness meant potentially reading their minds and that had never ended very well for her....

Yuri sits there for a few moments longer, contemplating, before getting up and seeking out the others.]

Excuse me...?

[TIME FOR OFFICIAL INTRODUCTIONS]

[Davesprite is practically lying in a chair on the bridge, his feet propped up on one of the consoles—does this count as a safety hazard? probably—as he draws shitty doodles in the margins of a shitty notebook. He'd look like a pretty normal teenager if he didn't have feathers or a chronic sunglasses-indoors problem.

He looks up when Yuri comes in.]

Oh, hey. What's up, comm officer number three.

[This moon is the worst moon and why are they still on it. Davesprite isn't affected by the medical conditions that come with the lunar landscape—whether supernatural or pollution inspired—but look. He has been babysitting a teenage werewolf most of their stay and having an above average number of existential crises. It's not a fun time.

Which is clearly why he's on the bridge, in the recreation area, or in his room, a) fucking around with a shitty notebook filled with rap lyrics and doodles, b) focused on consuming his own weight in candy, because he doesn't want to think about his crowish interest in eating maggots, or c) rolling around a few leftover gumballs like marbles (might as well use them for something). Because what better way is there to cope besides straight up ignoring it.

If someone is really unlucky, they might catch him mumbling his rap lyrics to himself. I'm sorry.]

[ Isaac has not had the best of times on this moon either, and this is perhaps the first time he's emerged from his room for any length of time over the past few days. He's feeling more like himself, now that he's gotten rest. But he moon still provides a little bit of irritation, at the back of his mind, but he's hopeful they'll be leaving soon.

Which is why he's popping next door to visit his friend. He doesn't knock (does he ever?), just opens the hatch and half slides, half climbs down the ladder. He's too tall, okay? ]

Uh, dude. [ His voice is a little rough. Lots of growling and lack of speaking will do that. ] Are you seriously eating all of the candy? [ Hi, Davesprite, aren't you glad he's back? ]

[ Of all the possible welcoming committees on the ship, Isaac Lahey is perhaps one of the worst. He's just walking back from the kitchen, mouth full with a wheat substitute sandwich, a few bags of strange alien potato chips tucked under an arm, and a large glass of something orange.

He nearly runs into the newcomer, and blinks at her for a moment. He almost spills his drink on her, a few drops splattering on the floor. ] Uh, yeah? [ She doesn't look like one of their crew, and Isaac is out of the loop most of the time when they have new recruits. ] Sorry.

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What does it look like.

[Davesprite gives him an unimpressed look from where he's chillin'. He doesn't even deign to move and just peels open another candy wrapper.

Please stop him. He doesn't even need to eat.]

[there's a lot going on here for her to take in at once. The disregard for safety, the 'comm officer number three' (okay she knew that part but still), the feathers...]

Um.

[Words, Yuri, use your words.] Are those wings real? [NAILED IT. Her face turns bright red and she clears her throat]

I, ah... That was rude... [But she's been dying to know okay??]

[Yuri makes a short noise of surprise, hopping back to try and avoid the drink. A couple drops hit her shoes, but that's hardly the end of the world.]

Sorry, I wasn't paying attention... [Well she was and she'd probably argue it was totally his fault!! But that would require more care and effort than she's willing to put out.

Anyway.]

I'm Yuri, um... I'm new? [She shifts uncomfortably, wondering if there's any kind of announcement for the old crew or if it's just as much of a surprise for them as it is for her]

[He snorts a little at that, amused.]

No, I just walk around like this sometimes as a hobby.

[But he sits up, resettling his wings, and takes his feet off the task station.]

Yeah, they're real. Side effect of being the unfortunate biological collision of kid and crow. My parents had a hella complicated relationship. [He's so full of shit.]

[ Isaac moves and plops down beside Davesprite, even attempts to steal the candy bar from him. ]

You're gonna throw up if you eat it all. And when you do, I'll just say I told you so. Maybe hold your wings back for you.

[ Slowly put the candy bar down, Davesprite... ]

Hey.

[It's nothing more than a protest, though, and he begrudgingly lets Isaac have the candy.]

I wasn't going to eat all of it. Just most of it. [...] Probably. Depends how long it took me to get bored.

I mean you've made a huge dent in our stash, dude.

[ Isaac doesn't even care that Davesprite was just eating off the same chocolate, he just takes a bite. Food is food. ]

You were just bored eating like that? I'd be sick for days if I ate that many. You should probably eat something healthier anyway. [ Said ironically, because just after he takes another bite of the chocolate. ]

It's not like I'm gonna gain weight.

[But he sighs and sits up, legs crossed.]

So are you done with the zombie act. I was starting to wonder if I should get you checked for brain fungus.

[ Isaac just rolls his eyes at the comment. Of course ghost birds can't gain weight. That makes sense. ]

No, I'm actually here to eat your brains and bring this space ship down or whatever. [ He flops backward on the bed, his legs still dangling off. He stretches them out. It's a wonder they don't touch the wall opposite the bed. Who knows how big these rooms are. ]

I was exhausted. I felt like I could sleep all day and it'd not be enough. [ He finishes the chocolate bar. ] And guess what? It wasn't.

[It remains hilarious that the guy who doesn't need to sleep has the biggest bed by virtue of being captain.]

Yeah, maybe next time I should just take your advice and knock you out. Not that I can actually comprehend how full moons work when you're literally on a moon. Is it worse when you're sunny side up? Do they have a pill you can take? What the fuck are you even reacting to, is it the planet's phases? Wait, I guess I could've solved that one on my own by looking up if there was a full planet for three fucking days.

[That does come out a little irritated. He was so fucking bored, oh my god.]

Or maybe this is just a bizarre magitech feature that only exists to make your life as miserable as possible. Atroma's stamped this shit as augment approved.

[Jennifer was sitting in her infirmary and reading when she heard someone unfamiliar address her. Taking a moment to stretch before getting up, she peeked out into the corridor.]

Oh, hey- are you my new shipmate?

[When Jennifer spotted Daneel, she just stopped to quietly watch him work for a while before she finally made a soft comment-]

That's impressive.

Oh.

[ Maybe he did hear the announcement. Atroma likes to make a big fuss of things, confetti and all. But it's been a weird month or two, what with them being on that moon longer than he expected. ]

Uh, hey. I'm Isaac. [ He actually looks down where he spilled the drink and frowns a little. ] Sorry about your shoe. I can show you around or something, if you want. Not sure how much you really know about this place or where you are, but. [ Eloquent as ever. So sorry, Yuri. ]

It's never lasted that long, and I usually have control. I'm usually locked up alone somewhere, just in case, okay? But Remus is gone, and I didn't know it was gonna be that bad. That it was gonna last that long. It's usually only over night.

[ Isaac feels guilty, really, that Davesprite stayed and watched over him all three days and nights. He hardly had the energy to do much other than eat and sleep for a few days following, and now he's not even sure how to thank him. He notes the irritation in his friend's voice, though. ]

Sorry.

I'm not mad at you.

[He half waves a dismissive hand, accompanied by an eye roll.]

It's not like you could do anything about it. But I got to question why we're still here. Shitty food, shitty drama—you can't tell me anyone found that entertaining for as long as it dragged on—shitty pollution. What reason could we possibly have for hanging around this long.

You should be.

[ It's a comment that comes out off-hand, like he doesn't even notice he's said it. He's been in uncontrollable situations before and ended up punished all the same. ]

None of it was fun, I still don't feel right, but I feel better. Like it was just building up. Maybe they find this hilarious -- look at the wolf kid and bird kid try not to kill each other, it'll be fun. [ He picks up the emptied chocolate wrappers and tosses them into the air like confetti. ]

Thank you. I have been working on portraying depth. The technique is difficult to master.

[Because it must be right. It must be accurate.]

[He shoots Isaac a peculiar look. Is Davesprite familiar with feeling like things outside of his control are his fault? Uh, yes. Does that mean he expects it from his friends? Uh, no.

The chocolate wrappers flutter back onto the bed and Davesprite cocks his head, watching them.]

If it makes you feel better, it's not like I was ever in any actual danger. No offense, dude, but you're gonna have to climb way higher up your echeladder if you want to have merit as a real threat.

[He picks up another piece of candy. Please take it away from him.]

At worst I was kind of annoyed by all the growling.

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