Do you wanna date my Avatar? [Open]

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[[ Aside from being shot for using that title...]]First things first. Grace was taking a look at the facilities she'd be using in the future. Neuropathy had been interesting and the Medbay had also intrigued her - the lab set-up here would probably be more conducive to some of the things she might end up doing - genetic analysis, studying samples

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[enter_aeneas]

Aeneas had never been inside Contagion before. It was partly the reason for why he was here now; aimless wandering can do that to an alien, especially a curious one who hadn’t been out enough lately. Especially to one that also had no sense of direction, no less. You’ll never know where the guy’s gonna end up.

He doesn’t know, either.

The long, navy-striped creature, lavender eyes wide and auricles perked, carefully paced into the lab. His steps were quiet, almost silent save for the occasional clicking of his calx against the metal stands of tables and platforms, and the cautious yet ambivalent purr that resonated through his throat and out of the slit-like nostrils above his muzzle. Aeneas would’ve been cautious even if he hadn’t seen the woman near the back, but with her there, he was actually making more of an effort to disturb the silence than usual. He’d found that humans weren’t particularly big fans of being snuck up on-it was better to have his presence known than to startle her while in striking reach

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Grace glanced up from her curious poking and prodding to see Aeneas. She only stared for a moment - she'd seen strange alien creatures on Pandora, after all. The strange thing about this one was that it talked. And didn't seem all that humanoid. She eyed him curiously and then turned back to the tank, still trying to pull up records.

"It's a Na'vi-human clone hybrid. It's my Avatar. Trust me, that is one long story..."

She paused and turned to regard him again, "...but where did you come from?"

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Talking isn’t really the best choice of verb in describing Aeneas’s form of communication. It was more like trilling, sometimes the better registers of his usual purring, sometimes a screech or a groan; but talking implies the use of the mouth. This creature’s maw remained completely static throughout his various means of vocal interchange, and his language had an understandably long delay in going through Stacy’s translators before it came back out as a pleasant, soft male’s tenor.

As for the story, Aeneas has time. He has time but he’s also been asked another question-one that he’d rather not answer, though he will anyways, because he’s polite and a gentleman.

“That…” Goodness, he’s explained this enough times for it to become tiring. “…That is a wonderful question. I do not actually know.”

He felt a little awkward. Perhaps names would help?

“You may call me Aeneas, though. What can I call you?”

…Perhaps names would help better if they were not so clumsily interjected into the conversation at hand?

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Whatever it is, it was intriguing to Grace. Although, not horribly so - her specialty is plants after all. She still took a moment to watch him trill and coo and move. It was utterly alien to her (although some of it reminded her of Pandoran wildlife). She shook her head, "Interesting. How do you not-"

Oh, of course. She nodded at him brusquely, all business, "Doctor Grace Augustine. Exobiologist. Or xenobiologist if you want to call it that."

She tapped the glass, "Like I said, this is an Avatar. With the right equipment, I can transfer my mind and consciousness into it. I control it. It becomes my body for however long I stay in it or the equipment stays in operation..."

[medicalmind]

Scarlet was running her usual checks through the lab, making sure everything they needed was in order, and that Luis wasn't passed out in the middle of the floor again.

She was focused on the data pad in her hands (per usual) when she caught movement and noticed a woman she hadn't met before messing with some of the equipment. Frowning a little, she approached her, cautious but not threatening.

"Excuse me, is there something I can help you with?"

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Grace looked up and eyed the other woman curiously. She nodded briskly and nodded at the tank, "Maybe. How much do you know about this?"

[medicalmind]

"Not much," she frowned a little at the tank, holding her data pad against her chest and moving a little closer. "We haven't done full diagonistics on everything in the lab, we had an incident a few months back which required us to focus most of our attention on the viral and bacterial specimens we have." Because zombie outbreaks are bad.

She looked over at the other woman again, tilting her head. "Is it something that's familiar to you?"

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"Yes, actually. It's my Avatar." She tapped lightly on the tank. "I don't know why it's here or how it got here, but... with the reight equipment I can use it. Then again, I'm not sure what the hell I'm going to use it for on this ship..."

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Tobias is drawn in as he passes by the Medbay, having caught a glimpse of the flash of blue. He wants a closer look.

< Someone please tell me that's not an...actually...Andalites aren't that big, so it can't be. >

She started to explain to the other person who was present that it was an 'avatar'.

< A what? Man, I thought Hork-bajir were big. This thing would be looking down at me even in that morph. > he commented.

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"...a talking hawk. And I thought Pandora was a bit weird."

She eyed Tobias dubiously. "So, are you an alien hawk or have we just not realized that Earth birds-of-prey are telepathic all these years? Wait. What's a Hork-bajir?"

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< It's hard to answer yes or no to that first one > he replied. < I used to be a human kid...but my father is decidedly not human. On top of that, there's a whole complicated alien thing with the hawk part. Have you seen the other blue guys on this ship yet? There is a resemblance to...that...only shorter. And with more legs. They're a big part of it all. I'll just say it's all complicated. > He saw no harm in mentioning Elfangor, but he still kept his cautious nature regarding the Andalite technology.

< It's another alien species. A little dim, but nice, once you get used to them. I will say that given the things I've seen in my life, it's very hard to surprise me anymore

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"More extraterrestrial life...? Well, I guess I shouldn't be too surprised." She eyed Tobias, "...that is one hell of a story. Considering everything I've run into since I arrived, it's probably true, too."

She leaned back against the console, folding her arms, "I'm Grace Augustine. Who are you?"