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[privateeyed]

Who: Ben and you folks
Broadcast: Yes
Action: SS Huntress
When: now

action; SS Huntress

[Ben doesn't take teleportation well. In fact, if the confetti and the music didn't tip the ship off, the loud cursing probably does - there you go, Huntress, your security officer is here]

What the fuck—give a guy some fuckin' warning next time, geez! God damn teleporting bullshit.

[once he's calmed down, though - and picked up some of the pudding because far be it from him to turn down free food - he's wandering the ship, peeking his head into rooms to see what's what]


broadcast;

[once he's somewhat settled in and found a place to sit and digest everything going on, Ben decides to set up a broadcast to get some Shit Done]

Anyone here good with cybernetics? Or - I don't know, computers? Advanced stuff, can give you the specfics if you're interested. Don't need you right now, I'm just covering my ass just in case.

[he pauses, and maybe realizes he should . . . introduce himself. Like a normal person would. You know, instead of just getting down to business]

Uh - anyway, name's Ben; if you don't know shit about cybernetics . . . I don't know, come tell me about the weird crap going on here. Or stuff I should know. I like being informed.

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[monolike]

Well, if I can answer any more of your questions please let me know! If I'm not here you can come find me on the Iskaulit, in the Interfaith Center. Or you can send me a message, that's cool too.

[privateeyed]

Iskaulit's the other big ship, right? Got it. [he appreciates the offer, like before, but haha asking for any help whatsoever. Questions, though . . . yeah okay that's different] Should I just nab an empty room and set up shop?

[monolike]

[lmao, dude. sorey will learn u and will learn how 2 offer help without offering help. HE'LL DO IT.] Yeah, there should be a couple. Just make yourself at home, help yourself to anything in the kitchens.

[privateeyed]

[KEEP YOUR HELPFULNESS AWAYYY] All right. And . . . okay, what exactly am I supposed to do on the ship? Are there problems that actually need a security officer?

[monolike]

Um...not really, sorry. [Scratches the back of his head sheepishly] A lot of us are already pretty accomplished fighters...and I haven't heard of anybody within the Fleet starting trouble on other ships.

[privateeyed]

Hey, don't be sorry. I don't care if I have to do my job or not. [and at the very least, he's glad the kids here can defend themselves] There's an armory or something, though, right? Just in case?

[monolike]

Oh yeah, it's, [Sorey jogs over to the doorway to point down the hall for Ben to see,] down that way, three doors to the left. The bigger weapons in there will be locked up, but you should have access to it since you're security.

[privateeyed]

[Ben leans back to peer down the hallway, then nods] Okay, cool. I could probably figure out the rest. [...] Anything else I should know? Since you're answering questions still.

[monolike]

Uhhh, hm. [Taps his chin in thought.] There's a few recreational rooms on the Iskaulit that might interest you...and a library, but there's really only texts from people's homes there. The food in the kitchens is mostly this stuff that comes from the machines? But we have good water here, doesn't taste weird like it does on other ships.

We can sometimes get fresh food when we stop places and I make jerky from game animals, so if you ever want any just let me know. We can work out a trade if you'd like, too. [Like Sorey would get it for free but considering Ben makes this shit-smelling face whenever Sorey mentions friendship or help, he has the feeling an offer to trade might go further.]

[privateeyed]

Probably still interesting reads and all. Might check it out once I settle in. But machine food sounds real appetizing. Picking up fresh stuff is probably better, right?

—wait, you make jerky? [hold up you've caught his interest] Like, the old-fashioned way?

[monolike]

Yeah probably! [''''old-fashioned way''' like what is the new-fashioned way] I mean, I catch everything myself, dry it and smoke it while I'm on the planet. If that's what you mean.

[privateeyed]

Yeah - that's what I mean. That's pretty cool - no one does it that way where I'm from. It's all - machines and shit.

[monolike]

I think it's pretty cool that someone built a machine that could do all of it! That sounds amazing. [Though...] Do you wanna try some?

[privateeyed]

Can I? [...] Uh - you mentioned trading, what do people normally trade with you?

[monolike]

[lmao dude] All sorts of stuff. This one guy once traded me like, a whole box of this stuff called 'duct tape' for a bunch of jerky and dried fruit. So worth it. I love duct tape. [don't look too closely at some of those hoses ben]

[privateeyed]

Duct tape's good shit. Wonder if I can find any down on the planet - I'll totally trade some of that for jerky. [don't look too close at his arm either]

[monolike]

[bruh u can use his duct tape] If you can, I'll be happy to take some! Wanna sample some of the jerky I have now? See if it's worth the trouble for you.

[privateeyed]

[ur too nice Sorey] Hell yeah - I mean - uh, please. [sometimes he remembers his manners]

[monolike]

[LMAO DUD E] Cool, c'mon! [Onward to jerky, spicy and savory and peppery. He even has dino jerky, ben's sure to love it]

[privateeyed]

[Ben follows after, all previous annoyance forgotten in light of JERKY] How'd you learn how to make it? Is it like - something everyone knows where you're from, or a hobby you picked up?

[monolike]

Oh uhhh, I was kind of raised up in the mountains? So I ended up learning it just to be self-sufficient. My family taught me how. [This and boar stew is like the only 2 things he knows how to cook so don't be impressed]

[privateeyed]

Huh. [he is totally impressed, anything that isn't "future bullshit" impresses him] Must be a pretty useful skill, right? At least, for trading for shit up here.

[monolike]

Yeah, turns out to be really good here! Since we can sometimes go a few weeks or even months between places that have fresh food we can eat. [He goes all mountain man every time there's game around] There's another guy in the Fleet who does it too, his name's Sokka. [AH HA, at his quarters which is pretty much just a storage room.]

[privateeyed]

Months? Holy shit. [he makes a face] If you've got a crock pot up here, that's good for making a bunch of food that lasts a while. Not as long as dried stuff, but. [why is your room just for storage Sorey]

[monolike]

A crock pot? [WHAT KIND OF AMAZING FUTURISTIC DEVICE IS THAT

Sorey drags out the jerky he has left from its place on the shelf, opening up a large leather sack to withdraw smaller bags.] Hm...so this one is red meat, pretty heavy...got it off these things that looked like prickleboars, this is goat, this...is dinosaur? Yeah, yeah this one is dinosaur.