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[Good ~~morning~~ ~~evening~~ indeterminate-time-of-day, Tranquility! It's yet another vaguely informational post, because you all can't possibly be sick of those yet!

… oh. You are?

Welp, that's kind of unfortunate. Sorry. (On the bright side, the guy making this post is visibly shirtless. You're welcome.)]

So I'm just guessing everyone's noticed by now that all the lifts are color-coded—and that would be fine, if they had actual labels. Which they don't. If anyone's got any ideas which buttons lead to which departments, we might as well start keeping a list and stick it up on the network, just so we don't all get hopelessly lost.

I've got a few of them written down, but honestly, there's a lot of buttons, and I'm not that bored yet.

⚫ light blue: passenger quarters ⚫ green: more passenger quarters? ⚫ dark green: medbay ⚫ orange: engineering ⚫ fuchsia (aka the purple-pink one): oxygen garden ⚫ magenta: somewhere near engineering ⚫ purple: something ⚫ white: access denied. ⚫ blue: insufficient clearance. ⚫ goldenrod (?): no. ⚫ dark blue: you should be noticing a theme by this point.

[ooc: the ooc list of labels is here, if anyone's curious. :3]

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[ There's a pause on the end as Chase is currently glaring straight at the communications device, trying to make it explode with her mind. Never mind that she doesn't have that power. She settles with a long, hard sigh. It's Mace's tone that bothers her. ]

I'm convinced [ You're a stupid mean grumpyface ] whatever--or whoever it is that's a part of what brought us here knows what they're doing.

Maybe, maybe not. [ He uses that tone a lot. Better get used to it. ] Either way, it happened, and it's up to us to figure out how and why.

[ He'll concede this: ] If it is the ship, then we're all fucked.

Hmmmph. [ Chase has her arms crossed, even if you can't see it, because it shows she is Stern and Superior, dammit. ]

Astute observation.

[ Okay, hearing that phrase in a little girl's voice? Kind of hilarious. He'd half-expected Chase to scream POTTY-MOUTH at him—and then run off to her parents—who would be Capa, in this case, whining about swears. Weird kid.

So Mace snorts, his tone taking a decidely sarcastic turn. ]

Yeah, I make those. [ Read as: no shit. ]

Let's hope your actual findings will be more helpful then stating the obvious and side-eyeing perfectly good theories.

[ Not bitter at all. ]

Okay, that's enough.

[ Both of you. ]

[ Whatever, Capa. She asked, he answered. ]

[ She's four. You're not. Go fix something. ]

[ She's obviously a whole lot smarter than four. Don't tell him what to do. ]

[ And so are you. The point still stands. ]

[ So he can't even have conversations now? ]

[ Productive ones, sure. ]

[ Fuck you. ]

Sorry.

[ Doesn't sound like it. ]

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