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[poisoninmypocket]

Who: Monty Navarro
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: SS Heron
When: September 16th

[Monty isn't a complete stranger to being one place and then suddenly being another. This typically has some element of delusion or other magic involved, though. Suddenly finding himself aboard a random ship in the fleet is disconcerting. But Renart's given him a basic rundown of what's going on, and he's glanced through this latest communications network. There's far too much to take in. But there is one matter he's been wondering about.]

To All Souls Present,

My name is Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro, most recently of the Fortress Between. I should extend my apologies if this is a query that has been answered before, but is there, perhaps, a list of persons who once were held within the confines of this fleet who have since departed? And is it known where these disappeared persons might go?

Regards,
Navarro

ACTION - SS Heron

[Monty's not entirely sure how much he should go just wandering about a strange ship when he's just arrived, really. He probably ought to introduce himself to the captain, find out if there's some place for him to actually sleep, where the food Renart mentioned might be... But, well, a man does get distracted. Specifically, he's been distracted by the Med/Science Lab. Everything in it should, by rights, be absolutely foreign, but his hands seem to know what they're doing when he picks up devices, and he knows what the different medicines he finds are and what they do.

It's unnerving, disturbing, whatever had he done to be so deserving of such an augment? And how in god's name is this possible? He's really trying to take it in stride, but he's back to being a no one, stranded away from all the people he's known for more than a year, except Renart, whom he hasn't even found, yet.

Anyone stepping into the medical lab will find a young gentleman dressed to the nines in a suit from a bygone era, moving around and trying desperately to keep himself distracted from... everything by mucking about with the equipment.]

Comments

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[passingthrough]

Dearest Navarro,

More worried about who's left than who's here?

My deepest amusement for how you write texts,
Kitty Pryde

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[poisoninmypocket]

[At least people making fun of his writing isn't new. Monty huffs only a bit to himself.]

Dear Ms. Pryde,

I've been reliably informed there are ship manifests that I might review for the present roster of persons present. I should like to know if anyone else I might know was present. I was a record-keeper previously. One should endeavor to be complete in their efforts, should they not?

Kindest sympathies for hailing from a world where such writing would be considered strange,
Navarro

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[passingthrough]

Dear Navarro III of the clan Navarro,

You make a good point but names aren't the same as really knowing someone. You should at least find out our favorite colors before moving on to ghosts of the past.

Many thanks for your sympathies. I plan to keep them in my hope chest for further review.

Proudly yours,
Kitty Pryde

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[aigue]

[Lucky for him she smells him before she sees him and, being entirely used to his scent, she chooses to dash back into her room to switch back to her human body and throw some clothes on instead of hunting him down as a fox and making the switch in public, sans-clothing.

So once she's made herself decent she's dashing out of her room to the lab, bursting in and pretty much tackling him in a hug.]

Monty!

[poisoninmypocket]

Oof! [As the tackling comes from behind, Monty's half-thrown up against a wall.] Who-?

[But Renart's voice is unmistakable, and he drops the scanning device he'd had in his hand to better pull at her grip so that he can turn around to face her. It's only been a few days for him, but for her... It's only a few seconds before he's pulling her into a kiss - short and passionate.]

It would seem our captors have a sense of humor, if nothing else.

[To 'randomly' assign him here.]

[aigue]

[It has been far too long since they've made out, in her opinion, so she's a bit reluctant to stop kissing. She'll keep leaning against him, her tail wagging furiously.]

Are you really assigned here? I'd have no problem calling them benevolent if you are.

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[cephalon]

While Ordis always does appreciate a good bemusement of words, he would like to say that unfortunately many a time such language seems to be inaccessible to those who have found themselves here. It becomes a worrisome thing, but Ordis finds it more tedious than anything else.

Perhaps, Lord Navarro, it would be worth simplifying your request for the sake of those poor souls. Though Ordis must say that he finds your use of grammar and the lexicon of words used to be very cheeky indeed!

...also he is not sure that such a thing exists, to be more on point.

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[poisoninmypocket]

I find myself somewhat confused, sir. Are you speaking on behalf of Mr. Ordis for some reason?

[Who is Ordis and why does he merit a secretary, if so?]

I thought my request for information quite straightforward. I can assure you, there was no intent to be 'cheeky.'

[cephalon]

Of course Ordis speaks on behalf of Ordis, though he will admit that the designation of 'mister' is not necessarily one that he is accustomed to. You do speak on behalf of yourself, do you not Lord Navarro? Ordis assures you that Ordis does the same.

[Really, he's always found it such a strange thing that people don't understand.]

Oh, but as Ordis has said. Typed. Said. Unfortunately the accessibility of higher language is something that not all possess. And shame shame, such poetry and usage is undoubtedly cheeky, though admittedly not along the same salacious lines as a good equation. Still, Ordis commends you. Excellent writing.

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[exothermia]

[Erik's movements don't change much now that they're drifting again, except to leave the ship less than before. He still moves around, from time to time. His room to the kitchen or bathroom, mostly.

When he passes by the lab, he's already past it before he realises there's someone unfamiliar in there. He steps back to the doorway, peering at the man picking up and turning everything over. The suit is a style that was old fashioned even when he was young, but it's still familiar as being from the twentieth century. After a moment, he speaks up.]

Are you looking for something?

[poisoninmypocket]

[There's nothing particularly accusatory about the tone, but Monty spins with far more grace than he probably should and stands there staring at the other man for half a moment. He bites down on the urge to insist that he's only been looking, not taking. That would sound horribly suspicious.]

Please, do forgive me, sir.

[He places a hand over his heart and bows.]

I'm Navarro, sir. Montague Navarro. I've only just arrived. I-I tried to clean up the little scraps of paper that came with me, sir. I was looking for the captain, but I... have a Lab Support Augment. I just... wanted to see what was here. My sincere apologies for not being more direct in locating the commanding officer. Are you the captain?

[exothermia]

[It's to be expected, Erik thinks, that someone might be jumpy when they first arrived. He knows he had been, at least on waking. He shakes his head in response.]

No - Winter is the captain. I'm sure he'll be along soon. I'm Erik Lehnsherr; engineering.

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[axiomed]

[ Charles sigh. He wishes people would ask first before fiddling with the lab. Even though he lacks the augment for it, Charles maintains the lab and keeps sensitive equipment locked away.

So he clears his throat pointedly. ]

[poisoninmypocket]

[ Monty startles, but manages not to drop the scanner in his hands as he spins on his heel to face the disapproving tone.

Which appears to be attached to a man in a hovering chair. The young gentleman can only stare and blink in confusion for a second or two. And then he realizes how incredibly rude that is and redirects his gaze from the contraption up to the other man's face. ]

I'm so sorry, sir. I was... [ He looks at the scanner in his hand and sets it aside on the bed he's standing nearby. That's probably not where that goes... ] I've just arrived. I wasn't entirely sure where I ought to be, but I have an augment for this room, I believe. I think I'm meant to be here? [ His posture is impeccable, but Monty does shrink a bit under the steady gaze. Is this the captain? ] Are you in need of medical assistance?

[axiomed]

[ He softens slightly at that. ]

No. I manage the labs in my spare time since my academic work has to do a lot with biology and chemistry. I'm a geneticist.

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[therewillbeorder]

[It seemed one of the few moments of peace he was ever going to get was on his daily morning runs on the treadmill in the cargo hold. He could put on a holo while he ran and just let his mind wander for a bit.

Datapad in hand he made his way through the ship, rolling his head to the side to work out the ache there. He wore a loose pair of cotton pants a t-shirt instead of his usual uniform, his plan was to hit the refresher before taking on the disaster he had been saddled with. But plans were put on hold when he heard someone in the lab as he passed, glancing in. Someone he didn't recognize at least so he stopped at the door, raising his eyebrows.]

You must be new here, I assume.

[poisoninmypocket]

[At this point, Monty's fairly certain he's met everyone on the ship except the captain and first mate. It certainly feels like it. He sets down the medicine he'd been looking at and turns to the other man, drawing himself up to a prim and proper attention.]

Yes, sir. Good day, sir. I'm Navarro. Lord Montague D'Ysquith Navarro. [He offers a small bow before returning upright and offering a friendly smile. Monty is... staving off the existential dread of losing everyone except Renart fairly well for the moment with the continued distraction of new people. They just need to maintain a constant stream of this so he doesn't have too much time to think or mourn.] I seem to be your new Lab Support Technician. How do you do?

[therewillbeorder]

[Hux glanced over the new arrival for a moment, taking stock of him. At least he seemed respectful enough and a noble apparently. It was a promising start at least.

He knew enough of how to deal with nobles, he gave a brief nod of head in return. He glanced over the lab then, he hadn't been in here before mostly because he had several other things to deal with.] I didn't realize there was actually any work to be done in the lab here.

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[noprophecies]

[sometimes she forgets her manners. Even when when texting]

my god you sound like a bloody proper lord

to answer your questions: i do not know and no

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[poisoninmypocket]

One does endeavor to write as a gentleman should for his station.

Thank you for the information, regardless. [Ignoring you poor manners, strange person!] Has there been any particular speculation? And might I inquire as to your name for a proper address?

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[noprophecies]

i will admit to being impressed that you endeavor to keep it up here, where it likely does not matter

[this is only a drop in the barrel, you poor man] i imagine there is a lot of speculation, but it is not the sort i bother much with. past experience tells me those who have "left" may still be here, simply asleep. one could also say that they have, in fact, been sent home. it is hard to say as people simply disappear

and my name is aurae le paulmier, but i go by tempest

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[nedstarksbastard]

[Wow, an actual lord? Jon hasn't seen one of those not from Westeros in a while, this might be interesting.]

My Lord Navarro of the Fortress Between,

There are no lists yet of those who have disappeared, but if you want, you can find someone who's been here for some time and ask them about who left. You might even be able to start the list yourself, though there will be people missing.

As for where they've gone, no one knows for certain. Most think they go back to where they came from, but sometimes those who've disappeared can come back, with or without memory of when they were here.

Respectfully,
Jon Snow [Nailed it.]

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[poisoninmypocket]

[Here is a man who appreciates a proper address and written communication. How refreshing!]

Mr. Jon Snow,

Thank you so very much for your missive. I may yet take up the task of collecting information on those who have departed. Would you happen to know anyone who has been here for some time? Yourself, perhaps? You seem a man well-attuned to the world at present.

The state of matters you speak of is something I fear I am not unfamiliar with. I was in a place with a similar nature before. Though, we had indication why some might have departed our ranks, at least, if not where they went, properly.

With Gratitude,
Lord Navarro

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[pneumo]

Oh good, you met Kitty! Isn't she great?? [ he was going to tell you how much like a story book you sound with all that proper speech and whatnot, but then he saw you talking to Kitty and that is much more important. ]

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[poisoninmypocket]

[Well, that's... certainly a greeting.]

Good day, sir. Yes, I have met Ms. Pryde. She seems a very intelligent and fine woman. Are you her paramour?

[Because who else would lead with that, really?]