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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.]

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[That's the English pronunciation, so she has no complaints.]

Correct.

Okay! Then yoooouuu are...um. Oh! Here we go! Es Es Hearon.

Alright. Let's go.

[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.]

[ And Sascha will remain right on her heels, a little giddy about the fact that he gets to follow an actual live fox and listen to her cute lil toes clack on the floor. So darn cute. ]

Which room's yours~?

[Thankfully, the rooms are labelled. When she finds hers she'll stop in front of it.]

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.]

[ In what universe could he possibly mind, look how cute that is. ]

..... [ Yeah he's making an undignified sound of excitement here. ]

[That makes her stop and look over. Right, she can do all of this later.

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.

But wouldn't you rather put your clothes in the lockers?? [ Like everyone else? Why so sneaky adorable fox lady? ]

This way no one will snoop.

[Not exactly foolproof, but she doesn't know any of her fellow crew members and she'd rather have a little bit of protection.]

Snoop for what though...? [ But; fox wants her stuff in the vent, so into the vent it goes! After he manages to undo the screws and such that is. ]

[She'll move aside, sitting and watching.]

Who knows. One can never be too careful.

I think most people here will be pretty nice! Who'd steal from an adorable fox?

Plenty of people. We're common pests.

A pest?! No way! You're so soft...! And fluffy!

How flattering of you.

[Her voice is so dry.]

[ The sad part is that Sascha is entirely earnest about this being an acceptable reason for her never to be a pest. ]

Aww, it's just the truth... If they don't want you here, you can come stay on our ship☆

I'll keep your offer in mind.

[And take him up on it in case her shipmates are insufferable.]

[ Yes good, come cuddle with Sascha any day of the week Renart 8>> ]

Sure thing!

[Never.

Of course, this all depends on whether he'll even remember her in that length of time. She isn't sure if her ability to be Forgotten has returned.]

Well. I'm ready to go back to the planet. [This place isn't all that pleasant.]

--Already??? You don't wanna...looking around, or mess with the bed some more?

No. [She heads over to the door.] I would rather be in the forest.

Oh...okay. [ Truthfully that's where he wants to be too since that's where Bigby is, but he thought maybe she'd at least want to hang around a little more on the ship. They're pretty fascinating is he does say so himself. ]

Back to the shuttle then?

[She nods, before turning and heading down the corridor. Thankfully, being in a fox body means she's got more space in the ship than most people, but it's still rather small. Especially compared to the planet.]

[ She needs more ship upgrades! Granted for Sascha any ship is a big ship simply because he's never had a place to live in before, but still. ]

Aaaand autopilot~ back to the planet. [ Beep boop :D button pressed, which closes the door and sets them back on their path. ]