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[coppermarigolds]

Who: Aveline and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: Pre-Shuffle

Ugh, Maker.

[Aveline is... just waking up in the Hospitality Deck. Hello. She blinks several times, disoriented and feeling rather like she had far too much to drink the night before -- and not even good stuff, but more like something questionable and tainted with rat droppings that one might find in the Hanged Man. She sits up, rubbing her temples for a moment, with her eyes squeezed shut. This is all very... strange. And unfamiliar. And yet... she knows it, too. And that doesn't make sense, not remotely. She stares across the room for a moment, trying to put the pieces together. She touches the augment behind her ear, experimentally, and for a long moment is quiet as she looks around the room, scowling like a thundercloud.

Okay. First things first.]

If someone's there, come talk to me face to face.

[It's not a suggestion. It's an order. She pulls herself to her feet, still frowning.]

Comments

[ex_frolics736]

Aveline! Oh, I feel much safer now. Are you in the other place? The first ship? I left a sort of sandwich in the kitchen, it might still be there, if you want it. I don't really know how to get back to eat it, see. Or to talk to you. But there's these things, they're quite good.

[coppermarigolds]

[Oh, Merrill. Never change. She pinches her nose wearily.]

If I find the sandwich, I'll let you know. Merrill, what are you doing here.

[Same thing everyone else is doing here, silly question.]

[ex_frolics736]

Right now I'm talking to you!

[coppermarigolds]

Yes. I see that.

[Ask a silly question, get a silly answer.]

I mean other than that.

[ex_frolics736]

Well, right now I'm on a "space ship", and I'm trying to find all the tiny screws in this panel.

[coppermarigolds]

[She frowns. What does Merrill know about something like that?]

Why are you doing that?

[ex_frolics736]

So I can tune the carburetor.

[ In the tone of "honestly, Aveline, keep up." ]

[coppermarigolds]

Merrill.

[She doesn't even know where to begin with that. Never mind that 'carburetor' is managing to not be complete nonsense, but... ahhhhhhh.]

Do you actually know how to do that.

[ex_frolics736]

You know, the strange thing is, I do? I'm not really sure how I know, but I've been working in the engine room for three days now and nothing's exploded, so that's nice.

[coppermarigolds]

Right. Well, try to keep everything... unexploded, then.

[ex_frolics736]

I'll do my best!

And don't forget about the paste sandwich.

[coppermarigolds]

I'll... try not to.

[...gross.]