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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.

Comments

[privateeyed]

[his lips twitch into something almost a smile at the gesturing. When he's done, Ben reaches out, careful as can be, to give the leopard a little scritch (with the fake hand, because he ain't dumb)]

Got it. Thanks for talk, hopefully you won't be invisible to me for too long, or however the hell it works.

[tsunergy]

[He's wise to do so, because the kitten is a playful one to begin with, and the aggravation of being unceremoniously lifted means he's going to grab and chew on whatever gets close to his face.

Mikleo chuckles briefly, though he does try to juggle the cat away from clawing too aggressively.]

I'm sure it'll be fine. And if not, we have ways around the inconvenience.

[privateeyed]

—whoa, hey, you'll break a tooth gnawing on that. And I need this thing working, thanks. [he's careful as he tries to extract his hand, though in no rush, either - surely the leopard will learn really quick that chewing on metal isn't fun]

Yeah, that's true. There's always a work around.

[tsunergy]

[Kitten doesn't seem to mind, so Mikleo hastily puts an end to the chewing, tucking him back up on his shoulders. That hand doesn't look like a good thing to be chewing on, and he doesn't need to try and invisibly take a leopard to the vet.]

Until then, enjoy your stay on the Huntress. I'll see you around.

[And -click- goes the comm, since he doesn't need it on to hear any kind of response. He's a little tired of the echo that always happens when he has to use it in person.]