someone get a lady on this ship so I can't make that joke ever again

[unconfines]

Who: SS Golden Boys and whoever would like to visit
Broadcast: ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE WITH SCIENCE
Action: SS Golden
When: After shuffling!

[So we did all right during the Space Battle Interlude, but that doesn't still mean there aren't repairs to be done and shenanigans to be had.

IT'S A MINGLE GET IN THE VAN.]

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[rogueroyalty]

[George is on alert for all of five seconds, encountering her in the hallway before he realises it's the youngling from the network he'd seen. She's obviously...teleported? Teleported over, as he hadn't had to do anything about ship docking permission, or accepting messages, or anything he's just found out how to do today. Thankfully.

He supposes she's here for a look around. Fair enough. If someone seems harmless, there's no reason for them not to show up places, wandering around. He'd have done the same if he was a young woman with innocent eyes.]

You've a talent for soundin' mysterious, lass. Has someone been tossin' you through low gravity? [Speaking of things he's just found out about today. His tone's light, anyway. Teasing.]

[diomedea]

She doesn't have gravity. She is a moon.

[Stated very simply, she looks up at him.]

You're a moon, too. You like cats, big cats. They roar, no manes. They used to have those on Earth-that-Was now they keep them in a cage.

[rogueroyalty]

[George raises an eyebrow at that, and really focuses his Sight. He's not seeing any sort of magical core, no sense of what's in this girl. Perhaps she's a Seer. He's heard of them.]

Circlin' what's important, are you? ["Earth-that-Was" doesn't make sense to him, but he thinks he follows most of the rest.] My Lioness'd not abide by a cage herself. She never has. 'Tis a mercy she's not here. [He folds his arms across his chest.] D'you tell futures as well as presents?

[diomedea]

[She smiles.]

She's your planet, it's nice.

[And then she makes a sound like she's thinking.]

Sometimes she knows things. Maybe it's connecting dots, maybe it's more. She can't always say, the words tangle on the tongue.

[rogueroyalty]

Powers you're still workin' through. [He nods, unfolds his arms.] I expect it's noisy, up in your head. Was there no one with the same powers where you were to be helpin' you learn the way of them?

[diomedea]

There we more, little lab rats in the squeaky wheels. She got the jailbreak, her Simon rescued her, she's safe now.

[rogueroyalty]

[George frowns. Lab rat doesn't make sense, squeaky wheels doesn't mean anything, but he follows the rest.]

They had you caged? You and t'other seers? Usin' you? [He shakes his head, eyes full of sympathy.] I'm sorry, lass.

[diomedea]

She asked for it, but they never told her.

[She looks at him, a little sadness on her face.]

She is safe now. Take the notes.

[rogueroyalty]

If it's what they wanted of you, lass, they'd've found a way to take it whether you asked or no, you can be sure of that. Never think you'd a thing to do with it.