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[puppydogeyes]

[Timed an hour or so after Resnik's announcement. Most people should be asleep still, Taylor hopes, but it'd only take a few people jumping the gun before they had a chaotic mess. They'd managed to avoid anything like that so far, they didn't need it happening at the resolution of this situation.]

Passenger decks are secure.
Power has been restored + lockdown lifted.
People are free to return to their rooms.
Orderly + calm.

Request assistance restoring O2 gardens to prior condition.
Supplies need to be returned to original departments.
Don't just leave your shit for agriculture to clear up.
O2 gardens keep us all alive.

[And one last part, added after a moment of reluctance.]

Advise caution re: masks.
No apparent threat or danger detected.
But we've got no fucking idea where they came from.
All know how this shit goes by now.

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[puppydogeyes]

Figured as much.
Maybe the ship just grew them or some shit.

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[firstofficer]

[ he's unsure if this is a legitimate query, or a figure of speech. HUMANS ARE HARD ]

You believe the masks may be organic?

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[puppydogeyes]

[It hadn't been a real suggestion, but now he's questioning it like that, she can't pretend like it couldn't be a possibility.]

Believe nothing could fucking surprise me now.

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[firstofficer]

At this point, I may share the sentiment.

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[puppydogeyes]

Space is normal for you right?
Ever hear anything like this at all?

[She means the entire situation on the ship, not just the masks or the recent lockdown.]

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[firstofficer]

I have not.
But I am also unable to confirm it's impossibility. The Tranquility has only continued to provide scenarios for which there can be no comparison or equivalent. Situations that would be considered impossible have become commonplace.

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[puppydogeyes]

Comparison + equivalent in some people's worlds.
Some of the shit picked straight up from them.
Maybe that's the issue.

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[firstofficer]

[ on the opposite end of the feed, there is the smallest tilt of his head. ]

If you would clarify?

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[puppydogeyes]

Ship grabs shit from other worlds.
People + objects + demons + crazy fog worlds.
Maybe the rest is from other worlds too.
Somewhere down the line.
Just haven't got any people around that recognize it.
Or say anything.

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[firstofficer]

It is a sound theory.

The rest-
You have something particular in mind?

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[puppydogeyes]

Don't know.
Only just started thinking about it.

[She doesn't usually do theories. She deals with what comes at her when it comes at her.]

Whatever happened to the original crew.
Smiley.