[Santo - Serenity]

[walk_ins]

[ master post]

This is where the magic happens.

Most people will come in through Milliways and exit out the cargo bay to go have some fun. But some might need to take detours. And of course, some people live here.

Some people work here, too -- especially if they're working on repairs.

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[mapmakerchur]

Chur walks through with a large brown sack that holds her burqa (a heavy, totally-concealing blue one), boots, and gloves. The translator's in the sack, too, something she only notices when she says, "«Hnn, not quite what I expected,»" and realizes that it came out in the pidgin, not in a human language.

[ofthatantet]

"...um."

"This is going to sound like a stupid question." The speaker is sixteen, human, and lost-looking, in jeans and sneakers and a bright yellow tank top. "But--"

"--are you a lion?"

[mapmakerchur]

Chur extrudes the claw on her right thumb, saying, "«One moment,»" and then rummages around in the sack. She retrieves a white box and clips it to the belt of her breeches (she's not wearing a shirt), runs an earpiece up to one of her very felinoid ears, and uses the thumbclaw to press a recessed button on the box.

"It is not a stupid question," the box says, over static that masks the growls and purrs of the language Chur's speaking, "but no, I'm not."

[ofthatantet]

"Whoa. I mean. That's cool." Looking amazed at everything is lame! Even when everything is amazing.

[mapmakerchur]

There is static for a moment as Chur laughs a feline laugh, and then the translator resumes translating for her, "A war was fought over the Human module for this." The translation is into somewhat-formal English, but it very clearly pronounces the word 'Human' rather than 'English'.

She sits down next to the sack, pulls out a pair of boots and begins putting her bare feet into them.

[ofthatantet]

"I...okay?"

She's definitely confused. "What do you mean?"

[mapmakerchur]

Chur flicks an ear. "I was amused at your reaction when it was such a valuable thing for a few years," she replies, cheerfully finishing with her (dark green) boots. Next come a pair of pale green gloves, which look... well, which look pretty bad against her graying red-gold fur.

[shadowsusannah]

Susannah's first reaction might not be properly classed as panic, but it falls into the panic family. Her tension eases, though, as she glides closer in her flying chair and gets a closer look at Chur.

"Afternoon." She's got a couple of small gadgets in her lap.

[mapmakerchur]

"Afternoon," Chur answers, cheerfully (for a leonine humanoid). "Bar suggested these boots and gloves to go with my..." There is static from the translator, but no attempt on its part to translate what Chur says: something much like 'urrkha', with the barest hint of a puh-sound at the beginning.

Chur flattens her ears and tries another word. This time, the translator faithfully reports, "Concealing clothing."

[shadowsusannah]

She nods. "Good call." Into the vault of memory, and-- "You're Chur, is that right? You knew Eddie Dean?"

[mapmakerchur]

"I did know na Eddie," Chur replies, the human name vaguely recognizable. "He suggested I bring a cactus," and that word is picked up by the translator, oddly, "back to my ship so we'd have something green."

[ofthatantet]

"Who's Eddie Dean?"

[shadowsusannah]

"The man I was married to before your father," Susannah tells her.

Rose knew there was one; didn't know he had the same name as her father. "Eddie always spoke very highly of you. I s'pect if you were a human woman I'd have been worried."

[mapmakerchur]

Chur dips her ears in pleased embarrassment. "You make an old woman happy," she says, then adds, "You have a lovely daughter."

[shadowsusannah]

Rose squirms, in her own teenaged version of pleased embarrassment, while Susannah beams. "Oh, I s'pose I'll keep her."

[mapmakerchur]

To spare poor Rose, Chur says, "You have an advantage over me, ker. This old woman has forgotten your name." Or was never told it, but 'forgotten' is more polite. Especially if you're old.