Renart (
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driftfleet2016-07-22 08:03 pm
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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?
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[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.]
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.]
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...Um! But--if you win the prize you get to go home?
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I have no desire to go home.
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...You don't?
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[She isn't about to offer him any explanation as to why. The reasons are very, very personal.]
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Why?
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[She is such a liar.]
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Oh...well. Is it the space part then? Because I think it's pretty cool.
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[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.]
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....Want some help?
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[She'll manage to get her clothes in her bag, but her boots are another matter...]
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[She... never stopped to check, whoops.]
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Rennn....wren-art? [ Is that you missy, because even if he's passably literate now he's still not used to is and doesn't understand the nuances of French silent consonants. ]
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Correct.
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[And after they've gathered up all her stuff (Sascha carrying most of it) they can head off! When they arrive on the Heron it's thankfully empty, she doesn't particularly want to deal with any other people at the moment.
She's going to trot down the corridor, looking at the doors leading off to every crew member's rooms.]
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Which room's yours~?
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Here.
[The interior is... very plain. Whatever. She's worked with worse before. And it looks like she gets actual bedding, that's a plus. Don't mind her as she hops onto the bed and proceeds to yank the comforter and sheets around to build a quick nest.]
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..... [ Yeah he's making an undignified sound of excitement here. ]
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Hopping off the bed, she circles around him, then over to one of the air vents.]
You can put my things in here. Except the communicator, I'll take that with me back to the planet.
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[Not exactly foolproof, but she doesn't know any of her fellow crew members and she'd rather have a little bit of protection.]
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