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Who: Renart
Broadcast: Text fleetwide
Action: Planetside
When: Post-shuffle

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[Renart does not want to be here. Sure, being out in space has to be a step up from that post-apocalyptic wasteland. Space is one of the few places she's never actually been to before, and since she's always wanted to she should be thrilled.

But there are important people back in that stupid wasteland. Ones that are liable to get into dangerous, possibly deadly situations without her there to keep them safe. She's hoping they've been pulled here too. Finding out is her main priority as she fiddles with her communicator, eventually figuring out how to send a quick message to the network at large.]

Since I happen to be completely mundane
Absolutely unremarkable
And entirely forgettable
Why don't you tell me about yourselves?

Where are you from? What is your home like?

I'll let you know when you can stop talking ฅ(^･ω･^ฅ)

[At the very least, maybe she can hunt down a few of them. Or people who know them.]

Oh, and does there happen to be a curated list of every individual who has been pulled here?

[Action]

[After she's demolished those pudding deserts and figured out how to get down to the actual planet she'll be doing just that in hopes of finding someone familiar. Thankfully no one seems to care too much about her ears and tail which means she doesn't bother hiding them - though, having to contend with such an affectionate civilization quickly wears thin and after several hours of searching she takes a break, making her way to the edge of the forests. For an animal Fairy Tale such as herself it's more relaxing, even if she doubts she's likely to find anyone important away from the hustle and bustle of the markets. Sadly, the friends she has in mind don't entirely share her preference for nature. They're all human, or were human, or are human-y. Not animals, basically.

Still, it doesn't mean she can't enjoy herself for a little while before she resumes searching. She'll keep her messenger bag (and her Story) close as she wanders through the trees, ears twitching in response to every subtle noise in the vicinity.]

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[ It's arguably one of the cutest things he's ever seen in his whole life. He doesn't care that she's tearing into it like he had. Renart's so fluffy and she's black and lookit those giant ears and that tail--Sascha's basically star-struck, radiating joy as he watches her eat. ]

[She has a fan. She is okay with that, since he provided her with food. It even kind of tastes like chicken!

Yeah, despite having devoured those introductory pudding desserts she's being a pig and eating all of the offal. When she finishes she's going to flop over onto the ground with a satisfied sigh, one happy fox.]

[ And Sascha, being the super suave vampire he is, will slowly shuffle closer on his hands and knees, eyes bright with the want to just touch...that tummy.... ]

Was it yummy...?

[So suave.]

Delicious. I haven't had a real meal in a long time.

[ He would be surprised she can talk if Bigby couldn't also while shifted. ]

Awww... Poor fox!♥ You can have as much as you want!

[It's kind of hard to tell, but she looks thoughtful.]

I suppose I can. Nothing stopping me from going hunting.

[She kind of likes that, the chance to go hunt something substantial.]

Well, until we move to the next planet anyway. Oh! I mean, I guess unless you live here... [ But she doesn't look like a local. ]

... What?

[She skimmed the network, okay.]

Oh! the TV show we're one--the people on the big ships at the harbor? We travel from planet to planet every couple of weeks.

...At least I think so. It's hard to tell how long when space has no night and day.

What do we do for food while traveling?

[This is important, Sascha.]

There's...uhh. Protein...paste. It's kinda gross. [ To him, because he can't actually eat it. ]

[Just when she thought she could eat real food again....]

That's disappointing.

[ :c sorry renart, it was not meant to be. ]

Sorry...

Do they have fridges? What about storing meat?

[She didn't really look around that ship she showed up on.]

We have one on the Bloodsport! Bigby stores all his meat there♥

Does he?

[She... is not sure which ship the Bloodsport is. Or if that's the one she wound up on. Nor does she know who Bigby is but that's a lot less important here.]

Do you know if others do the same?

Nope, hehe. Sorry~ I only know Bigby does because we eat the same! Everyone else has the protein stuff.

[Good god, hardly anyone here has any taste.

She looks thoughtful.]

How do I find out what ship I have been assigned?

....You woke up on it after you left the big one, right?

Yes. I didn't look around for long.

[She got distracted by pudding, okay.]

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[ Oh if only he knew the joys of pudding :c ]

Then that's your ship~!

How can I tell if it's the same as yours?

....It'll smell like wolf? [ He navigates the world through his nose renart sorry ]

[Shockingly, that's actually very helpful. She would have noticed if her ship smelled like wolf!]

Different ones, then.

[And more importantly:]

You have a wolf on board?

[A wolf she can tease, by any chance?]

Uh-huh! He's huge and super-soft and wonderful♥ [ And Sascha adores him can you tell ]