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Who: Apollo and Whoever
Broadcast: Just some SHOUTING but yes
Action: Y; newbie on board the Marsiva
When: Sept 8th? At Some Point^TM

A
[One lawyer is jerking awake with a start in the Hospitality Bunker. His eyes dart around as his mind tries to catch up and figure out what he was last doing. The case is over, right? Is he late for Starbuck's launch? Wait no, that already happened. Right? Right. Crap, did he black out again from his wounds--?

He reaches down, touching his arms and patting his chest. Well, dang. There's scarring from the blast, and he's still sore as hell, but nothing seems to be in danger of reopening and bleeding out again. . .huh.]

. . .Did Trucy and Athena knock me out to put me on bedrest? That seems like something they would do.

[He frowns at the thought. But why would they send him back to the hospital in a nice clean suit?? Weird.

He sits there mulling over scenarios and possibilities, trying to figure out what he was last doing as the overhead speaker drones on and on about game shows this, reality shows that, blah blah blah. . .it's making concentrating a bit hard. Eventually Apollo snaps, unable to hear himself think, and he exclaims to no one in particular--]

OBJECTION!!

[--hopefully that doesn't draw too much attention.]

B
[LAWYER IS UP AND EXPLORING THE DECK. . .somewhat. As soon as he passes one of the wide windows on the ship and stares into the void that is space, Apollo nearly goes as white as his blouse and threatens to faint. Or throw up. Maybe both!! Maybe you just find him passed out face first on the floor. The possibilities are endless.]

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Kind of. I'm a lab support for the Paisley, so anytime someone needs medical attention, they'll come to me.

[At least, he hopes his crew would trust him enough at this point, even for the minor things.]

It depends on what augment you have - sometimes you luck out like me and get one suited to you, or you end up with something pretty random.

The Paisley? Is that the name of a sector on the ship or something?

And--augment? You mean like a skill? I'm pretty sure I'm just your average lawyer.

[He nods,] The Fleet's broken up into several, smaller ships. The Paisley's one of them, as are ships like the Tourist or the Vanquish.

Hey, you made it through law school. I'd call you anything but average.

[He opens his mouth, then closes it, refraining on making a comment on the Tourist's name. That's far from a majestic dubbing of a shit.

But he is caught off guard by a genuine. . .compliment?? A compliment about him being a lawyer?

???????????????]

Er. I guess? I'm still just a rookie though. I doubt that will be all that useful in uh, space.

So? You passed the bar, you practice law back home... that's more than what a lot of people can say.

[He blinks back surprise. How does this guy not think he's one smart cookie?]

Even if you don't use it, you still did it.

[He does not get a ton of praise back home, nor does he know how to cope with it. He just looks sort of confused and flustered for a second before shaking his head.]

I suppose. . .!

A-anyway! Um. Is there anything big I need to know, aside from--er, this whole situation, I guess. I'm starting to think there's nothing I can do but roll with it.

You're thinking right, unfortunately.

Off the top of my head? It depends on what you like doing. Every passenger gets a job of some sort, and if that's not enough - as it usually isn't - then you can see if there's anything on the Iskaulit that suits you. That's another ship, but devoted to bars and restaurants and gardens and pretty much anything you can think of.

In a way, this is sounding like it's own community apartment complex. Just in space. I guess that doesn't sound too bad, all things considered. [They could be alien prisoners or some noise. Positives!! A deep breath, and it sounds like he's calmed down a bit, for as much as he can be calm.]

Thanks, though. I'm not going to like it, but eventually I'll just have to do some investigating to make sense of all this, space opera or not.

No problem. I haven't uncovered much - I'd honestly like to see the NDAs and other paperwork that makes this whole thing legal, but when you get your ship assignment, you're welcome to look through what I've got.

[He pauses, as if just remembering something...]

I'm Stefan, by the way. Wish we could've met under better circumstances.

--really? Thanks, that'd be great! Yeah, I'm sure it's a mess behind the scenes, but hey, what better way to pass the time than sorting through some paperwork. [And he means that sincerely.]

And aha, me too. Or at least, somewhere on the ground. I'm Apollo Justice! I look forward to meeting you in person.

Wait up. Apollo Justice like Clay Terran's friend Apollo Justice?

[Because he has to clarify, even though he's scrolling through the messages and seeing Clay's face and - oh.

Oh wow, so this is the infamous guy that Clay's fish is named after. Stefan's smile only grows wider.]

I've heard a lot about you.

[Well that certainly gets an extended pause. This is somehow after he gets all his whiplash feelings out about Clay, but at this point, he still hasn't processed it completely.

And more importantly, Clay talks about him??? Why, gosh.]

. . .that's me, yes. You know Clay? As in, you're a friend, or. . .? [or is EVERYONE HERE DEAD.]

As in, he was one of the first people I met here.

[Stefan can't blame him for wanting clarification; after all, there are more than a few people here who're dead back home. Stefan included.]

I'm not exactly from LA, or even your time period. It was 2016 for me, and my home's technically New Jersey.

Huh?!

We were way back in school at that time. Is--is anything possible here? That doesn't make sense! [His logic isn't going to last a week here. He huffs.] I mean, I'm assuming you're not making things up. Clay's usually a really good judge of character.

Pretty much. At least we're from the same planet.

Give it a couple of days, and you'll probably meet someone from a completely different star system. Or someone who isn't remotely human.