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Who: Nunnally and you!
Broadcast: Voice, Encrypted individually to everyone (deets below...)
Action: On the Red Fish, at the Comms Officer desk
When: 05/17

[Nunnally has been working on a special idea for the last few months, and she's finally ready to take it on a test drive. Her augment granted her the skill of encryption, and she's been trying to figure out if she could do anything interesting with it. And here is the result, a simplistic program that will automatically encrypt her message differently to every person who answers this message, essentially setting up separate but secure conversations with everyone. So, as she fires it up and settles into her chair for a long talk, she clears her throat.]

[Encrypted to you!]

[ahem] Hello. I hope everyone can hear me... I'm attempting to create secure, encrypted individual conversations with everyone on the fleet. [she chuckles to herself slightly, it sounds ambitious when she says it out loud, but it's been months in the making]

Things have certainly been busy as of late. So, I wanted to create a space where people could simply... talk. Talk about what is on their mind, in confidence. I know many of the ships have counselors, but I also know that sometimes it can be helpful to talk about situations with someone who is removed from the situation-- a stranger.

But, of course, you are under no obligation. Simply... consider this a safe place to talk, and know that someone will be there to listen. [she pauses, and then laughs softly] Or, if you'd prefer to speak of less weighty topics, I would love to hear which protein paste flavor is the most popular.

Either way... thank you, everyone, for your time. [and after that it goes quiet on her end. Feel free to chit chat over the coms device or in person if you're on the Red Fish :D]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[he's waiting for her, of course. leaning against the wall opposite of her bunk, with his arms crossed. he seems pretty relaxed, though, in as far as Zhas can ever be relaxed.

he nods, and signs back.]

I asked engineers to fix the bunks. Help me test it?

[ah... the fingers of her raised hand curl as she considers what he said. She had heard sounds of construction here, and had avoided the room to be polite and not get underfoot. But what exactly had been...

She starts as she realizes she had been thinking and not actually responding, and she quickly nod and rolls her chair closer to get a better look at the augmentations. From here it seems like--]

What is this? [she can't remember the sign for lift right now, so she just goes for the more general question]

[there's really only one in front of Nunnally's hatch... he steps in around her, swings the door open, and reveals that the mechanism's line seems to run all the way down. he starts explaining.]

Walk your chair here. [he steps on the platform.] This goes down, with this-- [and here are the controls. up, down, very simple.]

[Simple, but effective. She rolls her chair forward onto the lift... a perfect fit. As he mentions the controls she runs her hands over the button, an old habit to feel everything as she processes it. She then looks up at him, first in disbelief. She forgets signing for a moment and just asks]

So I can... get in and out of my room?

[I'M SORRY ZHAS, SHE'S MAKING THIS EMBARRASING, but she's just so... touched ;A;]

[he either doesn't notice or doesn't think much of her disbelief... he only looks down at her, expressionless as usual, drops his hands.]

Seemed fair.

[A simple way of putting it, and the comment makes her laugh a little and smile fondly. She turns in her chair and reaches out both of her hands to squeeze one of his]

Thank you. I... Don't even know what to say beyond that. This is absolutely wonderful.

[it fills his chest with a rare warmth, so he lets her take his hand. he likes this little ritual of theirs. he likes Nunnally being happy.]

Still have to test it.