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[visual]
[Libby is nestled on the floor in the midst of machine components, tinkering with one particularly complicated looking bauble of wires. Her uniform sleeves are rolled down to her wrists, there are a few smudges of grease on her face, her hair is a bird's nest, and she looks extraordinarily excited. Screw alien abduction or whatever the hell this is, screw the freaks and monsters, screw everything--she's in a playground, the best one ever, and she honestly doesn't give a rat's fuck about it all.]
[Hence the video communication, because she has to talk about this radicalness with someone.]
Have any of you--Buddha fuck me sideways, people, this is just--[Whatever she's messing with sparks suddenly, and Libby laughs breathlessly as she drops it and brings her fingers to her mouth to suck on them.]
I thought alien abduction was supposed to be some motherfuck bullshit, not wicked rad.
[She leans forward and picks up her comms device, grinning like a lunatic.]
'Kay. Open invite: anybody who wants to come play with wicked sharpness, I'm in my place. 8, my number is 189. 'M Libby, and this is just--[she looks at the scattered components around her (where did she get all of th--oh, right, she snuck off and filched it from around the ship, because she is a terrible delinquent thief) with unfiltered joy, which is maybe the first time she's ever honestly worn an expression like that. And she doesn't even care that people will see, because she has toys. She has toys, she doesn't have to hustle, and she's been in a lot scarier places than this. Alien abduction can suck her left one; give her this over somewhere like Kahului any day of the week.]
Aloha, best kidnapping in history.
[text - loki - encrypted 95%]
Here's what I've got so far:
Obviously, this place is enormous. I've started a map of it on my computer, since I don't trust that these communicators aren't bugged. Don't worry, I encrypted this, and if it's broken I'll know. It's not perfect yet, but when it is I'll send you a copy of the program.
[Libby at work, apparently, is a much more articulate Libby. Not professional, exactly, but smoother. Also, she knew how she talked irritated him. So hey. Try to cut him a break.]
I haven't hacked the computer system here yet. It's the most sophisticated thing I've ever seen, it keeps booting me from the connection before I can get anywhere. But I can learn it. It might take a while, but I will break it.
All the basic living I assume you have figured out. Rad kitchens, though, right? I'll make you ramen, I make wicked good ramen. Anyway.
I think I'll join the Engineering crew. It'll get me closer to the heart of the system and give me a good reason to be everywhere. In good news, it looks like no one automatically hates nonhumans. At least not aloud, I'm sure it's still there. The majority of people are human, or allied.Fucking traitors. I'm still going to be out, fuck them. You do what you want.
Let down of a check in, huh? I don't know anything. But the fact that no one else does is a wicked clear sign that there is something to hide. I don't know about you, but I hate not knowing something even if my life probably doesn't depend on it.
That's a wrap. Hope you're still intact.
[Libby is nestled on the floor in the midst of machine components, tinkering with one particularly complicated looking bauble of wires. Her uniform sleeves are rolled down to her wrists, there are a few smudges of grease on her face, her hair is a bird's nest, and she looks extraordinarily excited. Screw alien abduction or whatever the hell this is, screw the freaks and monsters, screw everything--she's in a playground, the best one ever, and she honestly doesn't give a rat's fuck about it all.]
[Hence the video communication, because she has to talk about this radicalness with someone.]
Have any of you--Buddha fuck me sideways, people, this is just--[Whatever she's messing with sparks suddenly, and Libby laughs breathlessly as she drops it and brings her fingers to her mouth to suck on them.]
I thought alien abduction was supposed to be some motherfuck bullshit, not wicked rad.
[She leans forward and picks up her comms device, grinning like a lunatic.]
'Kay. Open invite: anybody who wants to come play with wicked sharpness, I'm in my place. 8, my number is 189. 'M Libby, and this is just--[she looks at the scattered components around her (where did she get all of th--oh, right, she snuck off and filched it from around the ship, because she is a terrible delinquent thief) with unfiltered joy, which is maybe the first time she's ever honestly worn an expression like that. And she doesn't even care that people will see, because she has toys. She has toys, she doesn't have to hustle, and she's been in a lot scarier places than this. Alien abduction can suck her left one; give her this over somewhere like Kahului any day of the week.]
Aloha, best kidnapping in history.
[text - loki - encrypted 95%]
Here's what I've got so far:
Obviously, this place is enormous. I've started a map of it on my computer, since I don't trust that these communicators aren't bugged. Don't worry, I encrypted this, and if it's broken I'll know. It's not perfect yet, but when it is I'll send you a copy of the program.
[Libby at work, apparently, is a much more articulate Libby. Not professional, exactly, but smoother. Also, she knew how she talked irritated him. So hey. Try to cut him a break.]
I haven't hacked the computer system here yet. It's the most sophisticated thing I've ever seen, it keeps booting me from the connection before I can get anywhere. But I can learn it. It might take a while, but I will break it.
All the basic living I assume you have figured out. Rad kitchens, though, right? I'll make you ramen, I make wicked good ramen. Anyway.
I think I'll join the Engineering crew. It'll get me closer to the heart of the system and give me a good reason to be everywhere. In good news, it looks like no one automatically hates nonhumans. At least not aloud, I'm sure it's still there. The majority of people are human, or allied.
Let down of a check in, huh? I don't know anything. But the fact that no one else does is a wicked clear sign that there is something to hide. I don't know about you, but I hate not knowing something even if my life probably doesn't depend on it.
That's a wrap. Hope you're still intact.
[video]
The components of the ship seem to be similar to those in my verse, miss. It's quite fun to tinker, isn't it? I'm not too good at it, but I can put two and two together and weld.
[ A brief beat: ] Just give it a little time, though. Something will happen.
[video]
Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck. She can never cope with little girls, they're always--nothing gets to her more. And Libby, horrifically, often gets along with them.
Her normally sharp and bright tone mellows, ever so slightly.]
Hey, that's how I started. Just messing with whatever I could get. You'll figure it out.
And--let something happen, I don't give a fuck. [People who do not know not to swear in front of children: right here.] Something has been happening to me every day since I was smaller than you. I can take it.
[video]
[video]
[Libby laughs, and then--why not. Her voice suddenly goes prim, sweet and light.]
It's rather a trouble, isn't it?
[video]
video; private, high encryption
Also, watch how much he cares about the kitchens. Seriously? ]
I would not have care if anyone did take issue to non-mortal beings, nor do I meet harm so easy, Libby.
[ Brief pause ] A wise decision, I believe you will do well there. Keep me posted.
You have already met a man of the name Tony Stark. Keep watch on him, closely. It might befit you to become friends.
[ There are others, but until they prove necessary for a second eye he is going to leave them out. He considers, for a moment, giving further information of this "smiley" but decides to inquire rather than hand over what he knows. ]
Have you know yet of 'smiley'?
video; private, high encryption
[Bravado, yet laced with actual confidence--this is a programming challenge, and Libby has never met one of those that can best her. She smiles brilliantly at Loki.]
You're a badass, then? Rad. I work for a badass.
And--yeah, yeah, I--he might teach me.
[Her childish joy is impossible to conceal. But she tempers it. She knows where her safety resides, and it's not with good people. Not with anyone, really, but she prefers people she can predict betraying her.]
Tony Stark.
[...she says that with a lot of enthusiasm.] He hacked me. Me. If he teaches me I will be--I will be so much better, I bet I could do anything.
Also, I got us allies. A drug dealer named Jesse and a kid named Mouse. We've got a serious crew going here. Trust me, they'll be useful.
video; private, high encryption
I prefer the term God, as it is what I am, but 'badass' I suppose suffices in relations to your speech patterns.
Stark is from the same universe as I. For a mortal, if I speak truly, his intelligence quotient is exceedingly high. He and his father are responsible for a large portion of Earth's technological advances.
You will do best to get close to them.
What are their skills?
video; private, high encryption
'Kay. God, I can do that.
And I'll get in with him, if I can, I'll--do anything I have to. [That has nothing to do with their alliance. It's just something Libby needs, and strangely enough that makes it all the more useful. When Libby is driven very little can get in her way.]
Jesse will have drug addicts and Mouse is smart. We can work with that. Look at this ship. People will want to get fucked up, Jesse does that, and Mouse--he's just bright. Which is good.
[She feels oddly defensive of Mouse. He proved himself to her, and she--she wants him to be worth something here, too.] He's a vet. He knows stuff we need to know.
video; private, high encryption
I believe that you will.
I care little of the sniveling lumps inebriating themselves. If they desire such, let them waste themselves. This Mouse, what knowledge has he?
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...she's sixteen.]
Drug addicts are owned. [She seems almost impatient.] If you control what they need, they belong to you.
And Mouse is--[She feels strangely defensive, even if she doesn't actually know what he does--he's rad, she approves.]--Mouse is a vet. He knows things we can use.
video; private, high encryption
Canon fodder is not useful when there is no war. An addict might be under your thumb but their use is minimal. Quality over quantity, friend.
Until you have more to contribute, good luck with your endeavors.
[ BYE. Feed cut. ]
video; private, high encryption
Libby doesn't waste time cursing out the communicator, but she is deeply sour. Friend? Who the fuck does he think he is? Libby doesn't have friends. She has connections, allies.
And he belittled her acquisitions.
As soon as she doesn't need protection, this guy is gone. Let's see what kind of a god he is with no followers.]
NOT HEEEERE
ALSO NOT HERE
NOT HEEEERE
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[Right, people here talk weird, usually.]
You know. Good tech.
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[ RED ALERT ]
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They owe me, bud.
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voice;
voice;
[She pauses, but only for dramatic effect.]
Fuck Comms, though. I'm an engineer. I make things, I don't just fucking talk.
voice;
[ OFFENDED. Only a little. ]
If you wish to join the Engineering crew, it is advised you speak with crew officer Resnik or simply visit the engineering deck. Tali'zorah vas Normandy may also be of assistance.
voice;
'Kay. Sounds rad.
This ship is wicked amazing.
voice;
I believe 'wicked amazing' is apt, yes.