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[Nymta is sitting cross-legged on the bunk in her room, her chin propped up in one hand. She's finally dressed in her actual clothes, just the normal civilian outfit instead of robes, and the very end of a lightsaber handle can be seen next to her on the bed.]
I hate feeling like there's an echo on board, so I won't cover how lost and confused we all are, don't worry. If you've somehow missed all that, I'll sum it up with 'very.'
Instead I'm going to run a little poll: who else here's handy at repair work? Because I'll feel so much better about exploring the mysteries of our existence in unknown space once that existence's assured to not be cut tragically short by some faulty wiring. Not too mention all those sealed doors are just too tempting to resist.
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I hate feeling like there's an echo on board, so I won't cover how lost and confused we all are, don't worry. If you've somehow missed all that, I'll sum it up with 'very.'
Instead I'm going to run a little poll: who else here's handy at repair work? Because I'll feel so much better about exploring the mysteries of our existence in unknown space once that existence's assured to not be cut tragically short by some faulty wiring. Not too mention all those sealed doors are just too tempting to resist.
[[ooc: feel free to reply by action if you'd like!]]