Trollin', trollin', trollin'~

[caprice_of_song]

Who: caprice_of_song and "telefononhold" *dun dunnnnn*
What: They need to talk things through a little.
Where: Arrivals
When: A-afternoon

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[telefononhold]

[He's been waiting impatiently, fingers drumming next to the now-finished paperwork, and glances up when his replica arrive.]

I suppose. Please, take a seat. [He motions to a chair beside him. Not going to refuse it, are you?]

[caprice_of_song]

Of course.

[Out slides the chair and down sits the replica. It's sort of creepy how they sit similarly despite not really ever being in contact before.]

If you have any other questions about the ship, I'd be glad to help you. Things are a little confusing at first.

[telefononhold]

[It's to be expected though. Ion's wondering if his replica thinks the same thoughts as him...

Never mind. He's going through his Guide, before settling on a map of the ship. It's a very important question, you know.]

Where are you staying?

[caprice_of_song]

I'm in Room 3-24. Is that anywhere near you?