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#13488881 Oct 18, 2017 at 10:00 PM
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Lazu@Basilisk9466: *Astaroth sleeps peacefully. She's only woken in brief moments since arriving on the ship, showing signs of malnutrition and shock, but recovering well.*

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten types on her PADD while sitting with Astaroth. Next to her on the floor is a glass filled with a thick, milky substance she sips from occasionally*

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She stirs, and opens her eyes slowly. Then she groans faintly.* Urgh...

Ten@Farmer42: Good morning.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She sits up, glances over.* Um. Is it?

Ten@Farmer42: *It's two AM fleet time, to be honest.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Oh. I'm... used to just... knowing. *She stretches out her fingers, wiggles them.* This is very strange.

Ten@Farmer42: Hey, at least you can talk. Collage and I both had trouble with that when we were unplugged.

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten holds up the glass* Want some nutritional milkshake?

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I do have some of your memories for how a humanoid form works. *She eyes it suspiciously, takes the glass, stares at it intently.*

Ten@Farmer42: That's about 7000 calories worth of vanilla milkshake.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Oh. *She looks embarassed.* I was trying to scan it. I can't do that now, can I?

Ten@Farmer42: Also, full nutritional levels of vitamins. That one is ballanced for Romulans, so...*She shrugs* Should work for you.

Ten@Farmer42: And no. You can't just visually scan.

Ten@Farmer42: Be careful. It's cold. You might get brain freeze.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She warily takes a sip. Then just sort of stares into the middle distance.*

Ten@Farmer42: I tried for something rather neutral, in terms of flavor. I prefer chocolate to vanilla.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: ...taste is new.

Ten@Farmer42: Worth it.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: All my other senses are roughly analogous to things that I've experienced. Taste is new.

Ten@Farmer42: Smell, as well. But that won't light them up.

Ten@Farmer42: The two work hand-in-hand for a lot of things.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Actually smell reminds me of spectroscopic analysis. *She takes another sip.*

Ten@Farmer42: Just wait until Jimmy introduces you to cajun cooking.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Should I be nervous?

Ten@Farmer42: It's good. But it will rngage your smell and taste. It is...somewhat spicy.

Ten@Farmer42: Not as spicy as Elle's preference. But spicy.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Spicy. *She sounds the word out.* One of those many words that I know many translations for, but don't actually understand.

Ten@Farmer42: That *Ten points at the drink* Is anti-spicy.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She looks at the milkshake. Shrugs, drains the glass with a pleasant shiver.*

Ten@Farmer42: You'll find you need to go to the bathroom, too.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Matching up concepts with neurological feedback will be... interesting.

Ten@Farmer42: Yeaaaah. I made sure they put you in undergarments to help the transition. My parents didn't realize that might be a problem. It was especially awkward, since I couldn't really communicate the need

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She flexes her fingers.* Where are we?

Ten@Farmer42: Sick bay on the RRW T'rarian.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Where in the galaxy?

Ten@Farmer42: Still at the Aerie.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She relaxes.* I don't like the idea of going too far from my body. Yet, anyway. What's it doing?

Ten@Farmer42: I put it back to standby and stationed a group of people I trust implicitely to keep watch.

Ten@Farmer42: The Lost Memories is in System, so I'm using me personal crew, not a fleet or Republic crew.

Ten@Farmer42: I know you value your privacy.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Yes. *She suddenly looks panicked.* Wait... can I not connect any more? Am I stuck like this?

Ten@Farmer42: I think you can. I didn't look. I was more concerned about getting you in and stable. We can have a look when you're a bit more uused to...This...*She motions around her*

Ten@Farmer42: But given that this *She indicates the suit she's wearing* is a thing? I'm willing to bet there's a way for you to interface.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She shifts.* I suppose. I just... no, you're right. I have a lot to get used to. At least I don't feel tired any more.

Ten@Farmer42: Malnutrition is a bitch.

Ten@Farmer42: We figure you need around 12000 calories, so welcome to the big eaters club.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I suppose that'll give me opportunities to try things. *She smiles a little wistfully.* Maybe that's what Mother meant when she said she was giving me a gift.

Ten@Farmer42: You can also touch things. People. That sort of thing.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She stretches out a foot and pokes Ten with it.* True.

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten grabs the foot and tickles it briefly before letting go*

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *Astaroth squeaks and yanks it back, glowering for a moment. Then she looks crestfallen.* Note to self, no disruptor cannons any more either.

Ten@Farmer42: We have to do it the old fashioned way.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: This all seems... so inefficient. If you designed a ship that had to manipulate and use its weapons by latching tractor beams onto an external system... you'd laugh the engineer out of the room.

Ten@Farmer42: We weren't designed to shoot things like that. We were designed to punch things. To pull things. To kick things.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: You're very fragile. *She plucks at her arm.* Doesn't seem like a good idea.

Ten@Farmer42: It's all about how you apply the pressure.

Ten@Farmer42: I'd demonstrate, but this isn't my ship.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I suppose. Just... a lot of things to work on. *She feels at her shirt.* Not sure how to feel about this either.

Ten@Farmer42: We can find something more your style, let you experiment.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I just mean that it feels weird to be... covered. I'm used to being... well, naked, I suppose. All ships are.

Ten@Farmer42: Think of it like armor plating against cold.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Oh, sure, it makes logical sense. It just feels strange. My skin is prickling.

Ten@Farmer42: It can be a bit eird, yes.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She glances around the sickbay.* When can I leave?

Ten@Farmer42: Probably in a day or so. They're monitoring for the malnutrition. No one has much experience with Undine physiology, so they want to make sure you're stable.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She stretches out her hand again.* I... don't know if I'm really undine. I feel like I should have more things I can do.

Ten@Farmer42: You SCAN as undine. Granted, we have no idea what your mother did. So.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Maybe some things are locked. It seems like she reconfigured my DNA into another undine pattern. But I don't seem able to shapeshift.

Ten@Farmer42: Generally, the Undine do not with to speak to me, for obvious reasons. So I wouldn't know.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Me neither. And if Mother is on the war path, I doubt I ever will again.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Unless those hunting her decide to talk to me. And not kill me as an abomination.

Ten@Farmer42: You're you. There are probably tons of scientist who would line up to try and figure out why, if you let them.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I'll think about it.

Ten@Farmer42: Right now you're being seen by my personal doctor, so everything is guaranteed to be confidential.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Well. Thank you, Ten.

Ten@Farmer42: I take care of my people. And I understand a lot of what you're about to go through.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Well... on the topic of 'your people'... how's Lazu?

Ten@Farmer42: Still in lockup. I'm letting that play out for now. If the Federation wants to quibble about her loyalties and ignore your mother, someone has to be looking for her.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Have I missed any news about her?

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Mother, I mean.

Ten@Farmer42: None. I'm sowing a bit of chaos to track people's movements. I want to figure out who's leaking.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: It won't be one source. It'll be layers of independent leaks.

Ten@Farmer42: I know.

Ten@Farmer42: And I know the top-level leak in Republic Intelligence.

Collage@grgrafitti: *The Intercom starts playing the James Bond theme* HAH! I knew it would work!

Ten@Farmer42: We like him where he is. We can find him when we tire of him.

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten looks at the ceiling* This isn't my ship, Collage. Stop that.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She jumps slightly at the sudden musical blare.* Uh.

Collage@grgrafitti: Dude, you could not stop me. SPY STUFF!

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten grabs the young woman by her shirt collar* Behave.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She blinks at Collage mildly.* You... look different.

Collage@grgrafitti: *runs in and does something of a pirouette mixed with a combat roll mixed with something unseemly*

Collage@grgrafitti: Less 0s and 1s, more flesh and gooey stuff. It takes some getting used to. *pushes Ten's hand away* Stooooop it.

Ten@Farmer42: Will you behave?

Collage@grgrafitti: Probably?

Ten@Farmer42: Do i need to get the itching powder again?

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She raises her shoulders defensively, pauses.* Wait. No shields either.

Collage@grgrafitti: *ignores the comment* Dude you're squishy! OH MY GOD can I hug you?

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Um.

Ten@Farmer42: *Sighs*

Collage@grgrafitti: *puppy dog eyes*

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I suppose... you can try?

Ten@Farmer42: She won't be happy until she does, Astaroth. And the longer you say no, the more likely she is to do it against your will.

Collage@grgrafitti: I would never, not to Astie. *hugs her with surprising restraint* I'm so happy you're okay!

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She hugs back cautiously.* What do you mean?

Ten@Farmer42: So now we know your boundaries are limited to sentient spaceships.

Collage@grgrafitti: Like, I heard you got spit out of your own core. Do you know how ling it took me to get used to my body? It still does things I don't like.

Collage@grgrafitti: HAVE YOU SNEEZED YET?!

Ten@Farmer42: Forget sneezing. Farting is the worst. Especially early, when you still don't have the best...control...

Lazu@Basilisk9466: No. *She pauses, then flexes her fingers and tickles Collage.*

Collage@grgrafitti: *squeaks* Nuuuuuu!

Ten@Farmer42: *Looks at Astaroth* See. Not useless.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She pulls back with a smirk, examining her fingers.* True. Still going to miss my weapons though.

Collage@grgrafitti: Not uh! Now you can use pistols!

Ten@Farmer42: Anyway, welcome to "You were unplugged from a spaceship, have fun" Club, Astaroth. We have T-Shirts and everything.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I'm used to being able to think and then vaporise something. Holding a weapon just sounds clunky.

Collage@grgrafitti: It takes some getting used to, but the tactile feel of effort and reward of truly feeling power instead of just passively experiencing it is amazing

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Can I borrow one?

Ten@Farmer42: No.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: I just want to see how it feels, I don't want to shoot something.

Ten@Farmer42: No weapons until we know your fine motor skills are working properly.

Ten@Farmer42: I don't want you accidentally shooting yourself. It hurts. A lot.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She pouts.* You said yourself that I'm far more capable and coordinated than either of you were.

Ten@Farmer42: Yes, and I still managed to shoot myself in the foot when i was fifteen. Accidents happen.

Ten@Farmer42: And that does not leave this cubicle.

Ten@Farmer42: Collage.

Collage@grgrafitti: *snrk* I wont tell a soul

Lazu@Basilisk9466: What are you willing to offer for my silence?

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: *over the commbadge* Neither shall I.

Ten@Farmer42: *She looks at Astaroth* Consider it quid pro quo for putting my personal crew on you to keep you safe. *Looks at Collage* I still have pictures of you and Aelita trying on swimsuits I could show your

Ten@Farmer42: mother.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: ...I suppose that's fair.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: Salacious.

Ten@Farmer42: *She looks at the ceiling* Go away, Richards.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: I can not, I am babysitting

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She frowns at Richards' voice, but says nothing.*

Collage@grgrafitti: He followed me. He coughs now too.

Ten@Farmer42: That's nature's way of alerting you of the presence of a dirty old man.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: I believe its actually natures way of telling you to replace one lung at a time.

Ten@Farmer42: I wouldn't know. I don't have those.

Collage@grgrafitti: I do.

Lazu@Basilisk9466: Well. Regardless. You're not letting me out of here, I feel tired still, and I need to be up to strength sooner rather than later.

Collage@grgrafitti: It helps if you rest, eat, and do something you enjoy.

Ten@Farmer42: Indeed. Collage and I will visit later, when it isn't two in the morning.

Ten@Farmer42: Come along, dear. Let's leave her be.

Collage@grgrafitti: Aww

Ten@Farmer42: She needs sleep. And probably a few thousand more calories. Let's go have some cocoa.

Ten@Farmer42: I can give you back to Richards with caffiene and sugar in your system.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: I have sedatives.

Ten@Farmer42: *Ten steps out of the medical cubical* Come on, Collage. She isn't going anywhere.

Collage@grgrafitti: You don't know that, there's evil afoot!

Lazu@Basilisk9466: *She reaches out her foot at prods Collage with it.* Yes. There is.

Ten@Farmer42: *Gently pinches the back of Collage's uniform top* Come along, dear.

Collage@grgrafitti: you're not evil, see you later *is removed*

Ten@Farmer42: Is your mother in orbit, or did you just use the weird portal thing?

Collage@grgrafitti: Dude, trade secrets

Collage@grgrafitti: Mom went to Earth

Ten@Farmer42: Figures. Want to crash on my ship for a while? I'm hiding out here, and I'm as safe as Richards. And less likely to try and turn you into a killing machine.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: I require a bunk as well, sleeping in a runabout is not fun.

Ten@Farmer42: You can tough it out. We'll have some girl time. Let you stew in your loneliness.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: I will tell you my darkest secret if I can bunk with the crew.

Ten@Farmer42: I know about the garters, Gabe. You're still not getting onto my ship.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: Much darker and more... familial than that. I will leave my arm and eye here.

Ten@Farmer42: Still no.

Collage@grgrafitti: [Gabe]: Cruel woman.

Ten@Farmer42: Sleeping alone on a runabout builds character.

Ten@Farmer42: C'mon, Collage. I was serious about the cocoa.

Collage@grgrafitti: Yay!

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