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Who: Victor Frankenstein and You!
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: S. S. Heron
When: Now and possibly a few days after for his crew to drop by and say hi

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[Victor finally changed out of the striped suit he'd been wearing when he arrived. Not knowing if there was a proper medical uniform, he went with blue scrubs. Seemed like a safe bet. His hair is still darkened, since he didn't want to waste resources getting hair dye. And he's already made himself at home in the Heron's sick bay]

So I finally made it onto a space ship. I want to be excited about it. We're going to be out there exploring new worlds, discovering new life, boldly going and all that. And yet... [He sighs] This isn't really how I thought it'd go. Though if this is some ridiculous reality show, it would figure that they did it this way. Increasing drama, I guess.

Crew of the Heron, I'm your new medical officer. Or doctor or whatever it's called here. I'll keep my office hours flexible if you need anything. I've heard a lot of stories about living and working on a star ship. In spite of everything, I'm looking forward to it.

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[And with that, he sets about cataloging all the stuff in the sick bay so he knows where all the medicine and equipment is. He doesn't know whether or not any of his new crew will come by, but he'll keep the door open for them just in case]

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There's definitely a range of results. I didn't meet anyone else with my abilities until I got abducted. And then they had the similar abilities for different reasons.

How long have you known about your ability?

Since I was thirteen. They like to spring up with puberty though not always. Like there's not enough going on then, right?

I imagine it's even more of an adjustment if you don't have someone older to turn to for help and advice.

And that's why there are X-men, right? To give you that community.

[He's not wrong about that. She held it in for awhile as well as she could because of what it meant if she was different. What it did mean in the end was tragedy on a scale she's never fully recovered from. A bit much for a casual chat with someone she just met even for her.] That is an optimistic read on why we had the X-Men since my world was broken and full of fighting and death. But there was a definite family aspect to it despite that, yes. [This is the breezy version.]

Every world is broken on some scale. Having people around who understand what you're going through helps a lot, though.

It's like how I feel about Storybrooke. We deal with fighting and death, too, but we all get through it together.

I suppose that's true. [Her world was never perfect—far from it—but the scale of broken before and after Apocalypse was very different. Still, she doesn't know what his world was like or what he's been through. At least outside of the story with the monster.]

Have you heard anyone else from there? I haven't heard anyone mention it, but I don't know everyone here that well. [He's taking coming here well. She remembers it similarly for herself, but it doesn't mean she hadn't just lost a lot of people again. It helps to hear a familiar voice. She wonders if he has.] Or maybe someone from the last place you were at?