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How many people here are familiar with magic? And has anyone found a way to make it stop breaking technology? [There seem to be some, but it's probably best to ask, rather than encounter them at random. And perhaps one of them has worked out a way to deal

And there's another thing she wants to ask.]


Has anyone here encountered Dead creatures or necromancers, either in this place, or wherever you come from? Are any of you familiar with the Charter, or the Old Kingdom?
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A number of things.

First, I want to know how many people are familiar with ninja and the shinobi world.

Second, I’m interested in increasing my knowledge when it comes to the technology on the ship.

Third, in connection with the second point, is there a way to stop others from being able to send messages to your communicator? Stopping all of them temporarily would also be acceptable.


[ That's it, Sasuke's first message, no name attached and no hint of an introduction in sight. Still, it's downright personable for him. ]
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[Abruptly, there's the sound of blades cutting through ice coming from the communicators as the figure skater on screen does a quick lap around what appears to be an ice rink. Then, there's a shift in his center of gravity before he's jumping, landing a triple axel with ease. The air of grace disappears as soon as the figure skater catches sight of the camera pointed at him.]

Viktor! [Some might recognize Yuuri's voice before he glides closer, a look of dismay on his face.] You said you weren't recording yet!

Ah, but Yuuri! You were skating so wonderfully, I couldn't resist! [Viktor doesn't sound apologetic, but as the image shifts, he comes on screen, smiling at the camera and holding up his free hand to wave.] Hello, friends of the Eluvio! Yuuri and I wanted to extend you a formal invitation to Eluvio's skating rink, the Ice Palace.

[Yuuri, apparently having resigned himself to delivering the message this way, just sighs with exasperation as he reaches Viktor at the side of the rink.] Um, we're going to be hosting a short exhibition show on Valentine's Day, too. Viktor thought it'd be a good idea, since a lot of people onboard haven't seen figure skating before. And there's going to be food...? [He trails off, looking at Viktor for confirmation.]

[Viktor nods to confirm, flashing another smile.] Horderves and shaved ice. No chocolates! You'll have to make or bring your own. [This last part said with a wink as he brings his finger up to rest against his lips.]

[Viktor's comment makes Yuuri pause.] Actually, about the chocolates, has anyone managed to find a store that sells chocolate molds? I've been looking all over the Shopping Centre for them. [Then, he remembers why they're making the video in the first place, and he blushes as he steers himself back on track.] A-anyway, please come join us for the exhibition! You're welcome to come earlier and see the rink for yourself before then, too.

[With that, he'll give a shallow, polite sort of bow before reaching over to turn the camera off.]


(ooc: As a note, I'll be posting an open valentines chocolate-making workshop log in a few days, and everyone is welcome to jump in, whether you tag this post or not!)
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Others have been mentioning dates of birth and so I was wondering: what do your people do in order to celebrate the day someone is born, or named, or comes into their own?

Also, how do your people celebrate the lives that have ended?
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I hope all of you are doing alright after everything that's happened. Our new friends must be in mourning, so let's do our best to respect them and work together to make it easier on them. Even if we are to fall seven times, together, we can stand up eight and help these new crewmates on their feet as well. The Fek seem to have some amount of trust towards myself and my two teammates who visited them back on the planet, Victor and Yuuri, so if you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask us. You know, they're very cute, gentle creatures.

However, in the midst of all of this torment and heartbreak, I'd like to focus on brighter things. We all seem to be arriving from different worlds, dates and times, and Victor had mentioned to me that he was keeping a calendar. If we are able to share our dates like this, I believe we can become closer as a community and offer support towards one another, you know? I support this idea fully, so, I'd like to help out in whatever way that I can, beginning with your birthdays. If you don't mind, please let me know your name and birthday so that we can add it to our calendar. ♪ Fufu, for those of you with more unique calendars, let's discuss a way to translate it so that you won't be left behind. Leave it to me.

I'll also take any holidays that you may know of. If I'm unfamiliar, please explain them to me once I ask. I'm in your care. ♪

By the way, I try to make a daily visit the atrium and have tea. If anyone would like to join me, you can always meet me there in the afternoon. If any of you would become regulars in enjoying tea with me, I would be so happy. ✰ Ah, with all of this hope, my heart might explode, it's beating so fast. Thank you all.


(ooc: For those who don't know, the calendar Victor has been keeping lines up with the RL date, conveniently! For those with birthdays on a different calendar system, you can let me know in brackets if you have a converted date you like, or let Eichi come up with it ICly, it's up to you!)
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[ The crew jumpsuit they gave him is tight with bright purple stripes running the length of it, when he's used to baggy plain grey. Wearing it he feels more like a podracer superstar than a former Imperial cargo pilot, which in turn makes him both slightly more confident and slightly more nervous, his body language all crossed legs and fidgeting. His dark eyes dart, nervous. ]

Listen. Listen. Hello, yes, listen, I need help.

[ He sounds a little urgent about it, voice dropped low. ]

Um, I've followed the instructions, and turned up to work, and I want to work, I do. It's the least I could do, I think.

[ He feels grateful enough to even be here that he's fallen immediately back into the old routine of following orders, and after the initial introduction and orientation was over his orders were to report for his first shift at the electronics store. So he's done that before even going to see if the directions to his ship held true. Before even seeing Cassian and Jyn. And that has... well, proven to be a mistake. ]

I've worked out how to send a message — assuming anyone actually sees this — but I don't really know how to fix them. Does anybody have any tips about using the technology here? It's just a little, um, different from what I'm used to. Okay. Thank you.

[ He seems a little sheepish about having to ask at all, grimacing to himself as he ends the transmission and signs off. ]
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[Reim understands absolutely nothing about... outer space, even after the initial orientation, so there's only one solution: writing himself a report about it. It's a force of habit, and he doesn't intend to share it at first (hence the strange heading) but he figures he might as well use it to present his various inquiries. He's going to be writing it anyway, so...

Well, it's better than looking out any windows and getting ulcers from space.]


CONFIDENTIAL/FOR INTERNAL USE ONLY
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Report 1 (Rough draft) | Month X/Day X | Author: Reim Lunettes

We appear to be in outer space.

The author (hereafter "I/me") is unfamiliar with the concept of "space" as it has been presented here (more accurate word: the Heavens? This lacks the atmosphere of something heavenly...) but has taken up the task of organizing the information presented haphazardly during "Orientation."

I was able to speak with the attendant upon (...) waking, but unable to ascertain any pertinent information. The conversation began as follows:

Q. (to attendant) What is going on here?
A. All of your questions will be answered in a moment at Orientation.

While perhaps my demeanor had been more frantic than can be accurately portrayed here in words, all manner of simple questions were regarded in this fashion. Then, proceeding into the next room to watch a moving picture that continued to make absolutely no logical sense, followed by being presented with the following and left to my own devices:

• An uncomfortably small uniform. I do not think it will fit me.
• Some kind of pendant.
• This device.
• Additional information that still has yet to explain in full what a "starship" is but does at least provide some helpful rules and regulations to adjust to living aboard one. Whatever it may be.
• The stars are outside. I will have to ask someone for medication to eliminate vertigo.
• A transcription of the moving picture that still does not make an ounce of sense.

To this end, being left to my own devices as I am, I am currently making arrangements to seek additional counsel about what is actually going on here and why this bag has been referred to as a "duffel." Interviews with those who have been here longer than I will be conducted in the following format:

Respondent:
Time:
Place:
Notes:

Q. Hello. My name is Reim Lunettes and I would like to have a moment of your time. What is your name?

Q. Have you ever been to "space" before?

Q. How familiar are you with the items found aboard this "starship"?

Q. What items were packed inside your "duffel"?

With these questions, I believe I will be able to report back with a more thorough understanding of the situation.


[Anyway, hope everyone enjoys this report that is half serious and half fed up with not understanding why everything glows and the pictures move. This is probably deserving of ridicule, but only a little.]

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