WEEK 7

[bathymetric]

Good morning, passengers. Happy Sunday. Happy New Year.

Another week, another three gone in the case alone, not to mention Chloe earlier in the week. Even as you gain access to another floor, the ship by now must be starting to feel more empty than ever. It's been a long time by now, approaching two months.

Where do you think you'll be, in two months more time?

The clouds have begun to gather around the ship, this week.



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[ ooc: Welcome to week 7, everyone! Remember to turn in AC here and coins for regains over here! If you wish to get in contact with the npcs, Davy Jones is over here, and The Captain is over here! And as requested, profiles are accessible here. ]

Comments

[ahelpingpaw]

I know I'd have been fooled. There's Lalli who is a human with some unusual behaviors, and then there's Scott who...apparently is human? Despite everything he...says and does? So if you hadn't said you're an android I'd have never guessed.

[He'd have been one of the few ones fooled, really]

Others seem to be thinking that lately. I mean, there's been a little less...secret-keeping than before? Flayn cut her hair and all. You really did figure out the honest approach far sooner than a lot of us did.

[ltcommandroid]

That is true. I have never been very fond of lying.

[like, he can do it; it's just a preference]

I would be surprised if I could widely pass as human in an environment such as this. I think the only reason I did back then was that there were only humans around. They had no conception that other species could exist. I expect Constantine, at least, would have quickly realized that I was something else.

[Given that they share a room. Data slept for the first week here, but he sure didn't do it normal.]

[ahelpingpaw]

John is a sharp person! Although maybe he'd have thought you're a demon. That's--not much better, I suppose.

[Well, the point is that Constantine would have figured something out, yup]

[ltcommandroid]

[Data considers for a moment, tilting his head slightly.]

I suppose that is possible. I am not entirely sure what he believes a demon would look like, but I do often avoid first contact missions for that reason. People can find me distressing.

[ahelpingpaw]

[Distressing, he says. Filbo thinks back to the first meeting. Hmmm...distressing definitely isn't the word he'd use, he doesn't remember it being a bad time! Maybe it's just because Filbo was looking for any reason to feel like things would be fine back then, but still...]

I guess I kinda know how that feels...about avoiding first contact for a reason like that? Somewhat? W-When we all arrived here I really was a little nervous I'd be considered some sorta strange thing, once I noticed I was the only grumpus around. I...don't think anyone thought I was distressing? But 'strange' must be something a lot of people thought.

[His own nervousness from back then is coloring a lot his memories, really. While surprised, most people seemed to think of him as a rather pleasant-looking creature. Filbo smiles wistfully, passing the stick from end to end of the piano keys]

I guess I wouldn't be great for first contact either, I'd get so nervous I wouldn't know what to do.

[ltcommandroid]

It is considered the most dangerous type of mission a Starfleet officer can undertake. There are so many ways a first contact can go poorly - it is not for everyone.

[RIP to them, the Guys Who Look Weird]

But at least in that regard, things have gone very smoothly here. It is almost surprising, how little tension we have had between ourselves as a result of species differences. [specifically that, because things in almost every other arena have been Tense and Bad]