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[Megamind is not in engineering for a change; he's in the quarters he shares with Roxanne, on the second floor. He's got a pile of clothes and is in fact, inspecting his chin because for the first time in months it is impeccably shaved with a straight razor, with a proper brush and everything. In fact, he's disturbingly well groomed. Brows, goatee, scrubbed clean, the works. And he's in civilian clothes that fit him properly. Tranqua Claus apparently visited his locked because he was such a good boy lately...]

[Maybe. Or maybe someone wants to appeal to his vanity. It's not hard, really. Megamind loves his vanity. Rubbing his chin, he sighs; there's no real pomp and ceremony today - just grateful to not be in his cruddy jumpsuit after seven months with no proper changes of clothing.]

There is nothing like being able to properly shave with a real razor to make you feel like a real person again. And a good sling blade doubles as a weapon in a pinch! Never look a gift horse in the mouth, no?

Which seems to be on everybody's mind, lately. Taking care of each other, yadda yadda yadda. Well, I have something you could possibly help with, and help protect each other, as I'm -- well, working on a little project and I need, shall we say-- beta testers.

If you've been learning to hack or encrypt -- or you're teaching, this message is for you. I'm wanting to test some of the equipment I'm cobbling together, and if you're interested, you can help me. I'll need the codes you're practicing to encrypt-- nothing you intend to use, but the things you're building as you learn --and then I want people to try and break them the new hub.

If you want to volunteer? Let me know and I'll set you up.

[He grabs one of the funny power gloves and shrugs.]

In the mean time I have to figure out what this is.

[A narrow shouldered shrug, and he kills his feed.]

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[SCIENCE!!!]

'M down.

...I don't believe I know you. Are you new?

Yeop. 'M Libby, eighth jump.

Also? A genius. So I can so very check your shit.

[ohohohoh. challenge accepted, huh? cue the brow arch.]

I see.

I'm called Megamind.

You can do the math there, I imagine?

[More geniuses!

Libby isn't threatened; she's thrilled. People who are smart. People who can keep up. Truly, she loves this ship.]

Totes.

What are you working on?

Somethimg important to communications.

You really are new. [Oh, oh, oh, someone he might be able to not alienate and destroy? Man, he's not sure how to even deal with this; intrigued, excited, and apprehensive all at once.]

Have you familiarized yourself with the comm devices, how they work, the programming?

It's a glove.

Please. Of course.

[Libby is vaguely aware of the mutiny, already. She thinks it was a good plan ruined by morons. It'd be pretty hard to alienate her, at this point.]

Show me what it is.

I know that. I also know that it's my design and all, but I also know that I've not yet built it. [Already unbuttoning his cuff, he rolls up his sleeve and puts on the glove. Yup, fits him like a... well, a glove, naturally.] I don't know what it does. It came with a suit I don't recognize; wiring components were similar in the boots...

But it was a pretty fancy suit over all. Not the usual working clothes. THough I found some of those, too.

By the way-- uh, the lady who owns the cat is back on the ship. She'd like to pick him up and take him back. [Sad to say, Jones will no longer remain their roommate.]

[...but he's the moron.]

Right. Coordinates to engineering. Here. [Zing, straight to your comm.]

Mmm. [Yes. She knows. She's very well aware of what that suit looks like and what it does.]

Alright.

[NONSENSE. (Okay, maybe.)]

Be right there.

[WHOOSH. Libby appears, a blur of oil smears and burned fingers.]

Just let me know when a good time is. [It's a little sad; he was company when the other wasn't around, but maybe that just means he needs to bring the brainbot up out of engineering.]

Wait you're go-- now-? Oh, crap, let me get there--

[Sorry, Libby, the thing there to greet you is a floating robot that looks like a heavy jellyfish with a mohawk. Megamind wasn't quite ready for guests!]

Well, whenever, really. You going to take him back to engineering?

No, I'll have her come to us in the living areas.

[Libby, like any good psycho science person--

--she pokes the robot.]

Fuck is this?

[Everything is wrong with her.]

Sure, whatever works best. [Baw disappoint.]

Bowg bowg.

[It does not want to poked, lady, and it has a trap jaw for a mouth, though it makes no violent action. It just looks at her with a single, red eye and hovers there, impassive.]

Well, engineering is a mess and people are dropping dead left and right when they off alone, so... [Welp.]

[WHATEVER, she pokes what she wants. So she pokes it again.]

You are a wicked strange thing, you know that?

[LIBBY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?]

...Megamind.

[TACT.]

[It bowg-bowgs again-- and then perks, flying around her toward the entryway when Megamind comes jogging down the hall.]

Brainbot! Good brainbot! You haven't masticated our guest.

[Megamind didn't bother to change, so he's not in his jumpsuits and remains in his new fun civvie clothes; button down, vest, slacks, and engineer's boots. Christmas came early on the Tranquility for him.]

Uh. Hello. I'm Megamind. This is my little proto-control center.

[....what it's true.]

Yes, yes. [sigh.]

[Sheesh, honey.]

Just -- wording, is all.

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