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[metachrosis]

Who: Espio
Broadcast: Fleetwide - Text
Action: On the Golden
When: September 23rd, because shuffle!

[By now, everyone must be used to people wondering how and why they're here, and then perhaps throwing confused temper tantrums over being here. Surely the new passengers ought to be filled with questions for all the lovely people within the Fleet to answer? Or perhaps accuse everyone of kidnap?

After being on the Marsiva, and now being on this little ship, Espio has managed to work his way through what confusion he had, and now he's just... angry. If he could encrypt this somehow, there would be a very angry wall of incomprehensible ranting on the network as he vents, but since his ID number will be associated with him eventually, his anger is condensed into two simple sentences that express none of his feelings and don't help him feel better at all:]

That's the third time. Hope you know I hate every single one of you.

[No signature is given. He doesn't care to identify himself right now.]


[And on the Golden...

The confetti was unappreciated. The pudding... well, okay, that got eaten, because while it was kind of plastic-tasting to him it was still a free sweet. Espio isn't particularly inclined to explore his new surroundings, though. He's kind of still mad at said surroundings. His exploration of the vessel is therefore slow, consisting mostly of lurking in corridors or on the bridge, pulling faces at things, and shooting any fellow crew members an irritable glare rather than doing the sensible thing and introducing himself.]

What do you want?

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golden;

[ontrial]

[ although she generally keeps to herself, barriss makes a point of meeting new crewmates and checking in with the rest every once in a while. she's not doing anything else, so she goes looking for the newcomer... only to get this wonderfully rude greeting.

now he's getting a disapproving frown from a slight, green teenager with diamond tattoos on her face. how exciting! ]

I was coming to give you a warm welcome to the Golden, if you must know.

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[Espio takes a moment to look over his apparent crewmate - nobody he recognises in the slightest, much to his annoyance - before turning his attention stubbornly to the wall in front of him.]

Well then, consider me welcomed.

[ontrial]

Are you finding everything alright?

[ she's pretty stubborn, so if she's sharing a space with someone, she needs to have at least a basic conversation with them. it's only decent. ]

[metachrosis]

[Decent, yes. Easy? Possibly not. Espio shrugs, but doesn't turn his attention back to her.]

Around the ship? Haven't really looked around yet.

[ontrial]

Alright, well, it's pretty straightforward, aside from the odd compartments here and there. The kitchen is mostly self explanatory, but I don't know what sort of place you're from, so if you do have any questions about how to operate anything, I can try to help. [ she pauses, clears her throat. ] Do you know what your augment is?

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[He nods to acknowledge her explanation.]

Pilot. Just as well, since I'm used to being a pilot.

[ontrial]

Two experienced pilots for us, then. We're spoiled. Hopefully you and Han can come a nice agreement between yourselves.

[ although if they don't, she's just as likely to ignore them as not. ]

I have the science augment for our crew, which is similarly convenient, as I was a Healer and medic back home. If you're ever feeling unwell or get yourself injured somehow, I can help.

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Got it.

[He finally looks back at her, his scowl having dissolved and his expression now more neutral.]

Your name?

[ontrial]

Barriss. And yours?

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Espio.

I'd add 'the Chameleon', but aside from a few things you can't tell anymore.

[He lifts his tail up, just to show.]

[ontrial]

[ she tilts her head, taking that in a moment. ]

You're not human?

[metachrosis]

I'm not even a mammal. Appearances aside, I'm still a cold-blooded lizard.

[ontrial]

Oh! I wasn't going to make assumptions, but that's good to know. As your potential healer, I mean. I'm used to humans or similar races, like my own, but I can adapt to just about anything.

[metachrosis]

[He nods. That's kind of good, he supposes - he gets the impression this might not be magical healing, so knowing there's someone able to treat illness or injury for another species is a relief... just as long as 'adapting' isn't the same thing as 'fudging it'.]

These days I have to tell people. It's annoying. See, I didn't always look like this - like I'm mostly human.

[ontrial]

No one should be assuming they know you just by looking at you. [ she shakes her head. ] You don't owe anyone an explanation, but if you do want to talk about it, I'll admit I'm curious.

[metachrosis]

I'm supposed to be smaller and way more scaly than this. I don't know how I ended up stuck in this shape, and I don't know how to get back to my old shape. Story over.

[Shrug.]

But I think it's normal to think something that looks human is a human. I only have one visible giveaway. Other things, most people aren't gonna get close enough to notice.

[ontrial]

It's still rude to assume that everyone's human, especially when there's so much else going on in the galaxy. Or galaxies, I suppose, considering the vast collection of people here.

[ even if there are a lot of humans. they're everywhere. ]

Anyway, I mean to say that if you ever do need some sort of assistance with your unique situation, let me know. I'm here to help.