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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.]

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Dearest Navarro, More worried about who's left than who's here? My deepest amusement for how you write texts, Kitty Pryde

[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!

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.

[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?

[ 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. ]

[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.

[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

[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.]

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. ]

Edited 2016-09-19 01:00 (UTC)

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