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[aigue]

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

[Text]

[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.]

Comments

[aigue]

[.......... So useless.]

How do I contact this Winn person? The communicator?

[And she huffs.]

You should start. Reading is a necessity in life.

[pneumo]

Well I can read now! But there was just no one...to teach me before. [ On account of his being hunted and hated for the very thing Renart stumbled upon him doing, actually. ]

[aigue]

That is extremely unfortunate.

[She's actually being sincere. Illiteracy sucks, especially when you're a creature who kind of depends on others being able to read.]

[pneumo]

Yeah, but! Now with the thingy, it's okay! I can read and I know how to use all this weird space-stuff even though I didn't before. It's really useful.

[aigue]

[She's going to lazily stretch and haul herself back onto her feet, then wander over to her communicator sitting on her clothing. Picking it up on her mouth, she walks back over to Sascha and drops it on the ground.]

How do I pull up this Winn's contact information?

[pneumo]

Oh...right, sorry. [ Sascha is easily distracted--but here we go! He'll swipe across the screen and start fiddling with it until the main window pops up, and then he'll scroll through contacts like he's been taught until he finds: ta-da! Wiiiiiinn♥ ]

Want me to hold the thingy while you call him? Since your hands are gone.

[aigue]

[She watches him, so she at least knows how to do it in human form. Right now, sadly, her toebeans cannot handle the touchscreen.]

Later, after I've done more searching.

Thank you, though.

[pneumo]

[ The ultimate tragedy of toebeans :c ]

Oh--sure, no problem.

[aigue]

How long have you been doing this?

[pneumo]

Doing what...? [ Using the communicator, eating wildlife? Living in space? ]

[aigue]

This spaceship reality tv show nonsense.

[pneumo]

Oh, umm.... A while I guess? We've been to this planet, a moon, and a space station since I got here. I haven't really kept track of time, but proooobably a few months? It's kinda hard when there's only sunlight and days when you're stopped somewhere.

[aigue]

I see.

[A few months isn't very long for her, she can handle a few months. It means a few months away from the person she loves, but she'll just have to deal with it.

... No, she doesn't look particularly happy about any of this.]

[pneumo]

[ Yeah, he can sort of...tell :c that's one droopy expression you've got there miss fox. ]

...Um! But--if you win the prize you get to go home?

[aigue]

[Droopy ears and everything.]

I have no desire to go home.

[pneumo]

[ Oh noooooooo :c no that make him want to pet her floofy little head in consolation ]

...You don't?

[aigue]

No, I don't.

[She isn't about to offer him any explanation as to why. The reasons are very, very personal.]

[pneumo]

[ That's unfortunate, because of course all he wants to ask is; ]

Why?

[aigue]

No special reason.

[She is such a liar.]

[pneumo]

[ The floofiest liar. ]

Oh...well. Is it the space part then? Because I think it's pretty cool.

[aigue]

No.

[She gets up, trotting back over to her belongings. No longer in the mood to switch back she's going to try and manhandle her clothing into her bag.]

[pneumo]

[ Nooooo floofy fox come back-- ]

....Want some help?

[aigue]

I need somewhere safe to store all of this.

[She'll manage to get her clothes in her bag, but her boots are another matter...]

[pneumo]

Well...if you can remember which ship is yours, I can help you carry it.

[aigue]

It might be in my communicator.

[She... never stopped to check, whoops.]