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[twinklefluff]

[She's used to this, following orders and directions, and even if her head is still a bit fuzzy, she knows how to do that much. She's already slid into her crewman's uniform without question. Blue-eyed with orange-dyed hair, she looks a little bit like she's ready for Halloween in this getup, but whatever.]Thumos here, student ID 44932. Uh, any

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[circumitus]

Keyboard? Orchid? Thundersnow? What kind of names are those?

[Not that she's one to talk -- if she has a name, it still hasn't come to her yet.]

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[twinklefluff]

Codenames.

[Just that simple, babycakes.]

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[circumitus]

Oh.

[Makes sense.]

Haven't seen anybody using those names yet.

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[twinklefluff]

Oh.

[Well. If she hadn't recognized them from the get go, it wasn't that surprising she hadn't heard anyone using them.]

Yeah... You'd probably know them if they were here... Keyboard has a big mouth.

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[habitformed]

[ Mouse immediately decides that he likes this one, if only because he really digs the color of her hair. Things like ink and metal and day-glo hair, leather and studs, graffiti - these are smoke signals where Mouse is from, quick and dirty ways to say 'FRIEND OR FOE'. More often than not it was FOE FOE FOE but that's because the Calling were all about us vs. them, even when them wasn't around to be them-ly at.

He's been following her around the locker room, actually. And not being very subtle about it. Every time the girl with the bright orange hair looks at him he waves, his fingers just barely peeking out of the sleeves of his grossly oversized denim jacket. ]

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[twinklefluff]

[Jennifer is not strictly sure what to make of this. She's heard a lot of horror stories about All Things With Dicks, but... she's pretty sure she could kick this kid's ass, Pamas or plasmoids or no. He looks scrawny and... he feels friendly. It's kind of hard to get all nervous and defensive at someone who feels like a smile on the inside. She's half tempted to draw up the energy in her hand, just to check the color, just to be sure.

She finally turns to just look at him, arms crossed across her chest and head tilted slightly, lips pursed before she begrudgingly decides,]

Hey. [A little wave, fingers wigglings, sparkly purple nail polish glimmering in artificial lighting.] What's up? You totally lost too?

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[habitformed]

[ Cool, Mouse decides as soon as the first word passes her lips. Friend. I was totally right.

Granted, being totally right is something Mouse isn't used to being, which is why he's okay with charging head-first into a situation where that might not actually be the case. Self-deception's an awesome tool and Mouse is primed in it in spades. It's the best self-defense mechanism he's managed to come up with; that and the big bubble of personal space he wishes he could just toss out the window constantly.

In response, he scrambles to peel back the sleeve of his jacket, pushing and pulling the denim so that it scrunches up at his elbow. There's a number tattooed onto the inside of his arm, same as her only different, the numerals varying. He shows it to her, as if to say yup.

His smile is toothy but rueful. His voice is tiny when he speaks and the words come at an odd pacing. ]

Tube. Goo. Tat.

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[twinklefluff]

[She quirks an eyebrow at him as his general aura goes from a murmur of pleasant curiosity to a pike of surprise and excitement. It might have gone a little higher at his hinky way of voicing himself, but she gets distracted by the tattoo.

She feels like she should be wary about getting to close--(cooties. she totally did not have her cootie shots, she might really die from this)--but she really wants to take a better look at it, compare it to her own. She's sort of confused, really, that he has one too. Hers had part of her student ID in it, or... she had assumed so, because she was still most of the way assuming that Sparrows was still in charge of this. She was in charge of everything, wasn't she? A crazy orange-haired goddess with jumpy blue eyes.]

You know what the number's about?

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[aguidingstar]

Hey, whoa there, lady -- [ an alarmed thirty-something year old man raises his hands disarmingly on the other end of the video feed; a gun-toting teenage girl would usually rank fairly low on the 'things to worry about when you wake up on a peculiar spacecraft with no idea where you're headed' list, but one stray bullet could kill them all. ] We're all confused but there's no need for guns, alright? The ship's structural integrity's an unknown right now - firing a gun at anything is a seriously bad idea.

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[twinklefluff]

[She gives him a dry look. Second person to question her like she hasn't been dealing with guns half her life.]

Buddy, I can check and clear my weapon if I want to, nobody but you's said anything about taking test shots on the bulkhead.

[So fucking there.]

[aguidingstar]

...Right. [ He doesn't believe her - the weight of years of military training dictate that only an idiot would underestimate the readiness of anyone to use a weapon, especially someone who so clearly knows how to use it. He raises an eyebrow and asks innocently: ] You carrying that thing just for show, huh?

[twinklefluff]

Yeah, I kinda do.

[She had a projectile pathos, piercing plasmoids in bright shiny colors. But they weren't very discreet, so it wasn't like she was going to be in here testing them out either.]

But I know how to shoot it too.

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[starstripedhero]

[ A moment of watching this. He's thinking, contemplating... ]

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[starstripedhero]

[ And then, suddenly, an outburst: ]

ALRIGHT, DUDETTE.
Here's what's GOING DOWN.

You're gonna tell me what all of that means and who you're working for!
Don't make me go all Jack Bauer on your ass!

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[twinklefluff]

[Whoa! She startles, looking at the video with wide eyes. She's quiet for a moment before she frowns deeply.]

Fuck you! And stop yelling at me.

[Huff.]

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[starstripedhero]

Hahahaha! Wrongo! Not the answer I'm looking for, but thanks for playing!
What's all that mambo jambo mean? Who are you trying to contact by doing this, huh?
HUH???
What are you hiding--!?