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[grandstanding]

Who: The Heron crew + visitors
Broadcast: nope
Action: The Heron
When: August

[As the ship drifts on, what are you up to this month, Herons?]

Comments

[aigue]

Renart. [The Frenchest name ever, though that should be a given with her accent.

She isn't overly concerned about being alone. Sometimes it's tiring, but she prefers not to dwell on it and get depressed.]

I assume you're one of the other crew members on this ship? [She isn't sure if she's met everyone, because she doesn't care all that much about ingratiating herself. As long as no one mistakes her for a pest that needs to be removed it's all good.]

[astrobleme]

[Finally, Shinji decides to stop holding the broom like a weapon. He sets the bristles on the floor with a quiet thump.

"Renart" is a strange-sounding name to him, along with the accent; he doesn't know what to think of it. Meanwhile, he's soft-spoken, like a faltering creek in a hushed forest, and unsure of his own words.]

Yeah. I'm the pilot. There was another pilot, but she, uh... a while ago, she left. [It's a nice euphemism for a random disappearance...] So, you were assigned to this ship? What's your role supposed to be? [What can talking foxes even do? It's a real mystery.]

[aigue]

[She can guess what 'left' is supposed to mean. The place she was previously had people up and randomly 'leaving', and since she can already see similarities between there and here it wouldn't surprise here if that was another one.

Stepping closer, she sniffs a bit at the broom, then sits down.]

Something to do with guns. I've suddenly got too much knowledge about them, even though I don't particularly like them.