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[jilt]

[ irene's wearing her tweed suit, buttons opened at the collar, waistcoat undone. there's a large golden lab sitting beside her, glorying in the way irene's scratching behind his ears. ]

It seems Baron Vladimir Harkonnen has left us. A true shame. He may have been the only man aboard this ship who properly appreciated the opera, and it's always lovely, finding someone with whom one shares a common interest.

[ there's a pause. the dog's mouth opens, tongue lolling out. irene smiles at that, before addressing the device again. ]

I've been here a year, with this passing jump. More than I thought I would, when I last onsidered the matter. I'd had several suggestions as to what to do to celebrate, if celebrate is the word I should use. None of them are quite to my taste, though I'm not sure such a dubious milestone should go unappreciated.

[ she gives a quiet little hum of thought, then raises her shoulder in an uncharacteristic shrug. ]

But I digress. Tell me, is the owner of this fine animal aboard anywhere? I found him in my doorway, but I doubt he's the ship's way of congratulating me on my stay. Majestic though he is, I'd say the menagerie this ship's acquiring really doesn't need any new additions roaming loose.

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[assumedposition]

[ Pretty sure Eugenie is telling the truth, in this case. Have you ever heard FukuJun sing? Trust me, it's to be avoided. ]

Haha. My parents tried me out on several instruments as a child, but it galls me to say I was equally hopeless at all of them. Some of us are just not meant to be musical, I suppose.

[jilt]

Perhaps, while you're here, we can see if we can't find an instrument for you. What else is there to do on a spaceship?

[ try not to die horribly.... ]

[assumedposition]

Oh, I'm sure we can find plenty. Personally, I'm dying to take apart one of these networking contraptions. I used to collect old tech at home, it's a hobby of mine!

[jilt]

I'd not advise tampering with it. People who tamper tend to meet with bad ends, around here.

[assumedposition]

Seriously? What-- do they get electrocuted?

[jilt]

It's...a bit more complicated than that.

[ there's a pause, irene's fingers tapping against the comm. ]

But are you talented with these little mechanical things?

[assumedposition]

Ah... I know it's unbecoming to boast, but I like to consider that building and fixing mechanical objects is one of the few things I'm actually halfway decent at. Much to my poor parents' chagrin, of course.

[jilt]

Might I make a suggestion, if you're looking for machines to fiddle with?

[assumedposition]

Suggest away!

[jilt]

The Engineering department seems perpetually short-staffed, and they've more than enough work to keep you busy, if you'd like.

[assumedposition]

An engineering department...! [ He goes a little pink in the cheeks from excitement at the thought. ]

I've never had the chance to examine the engineering of a space ship before! Do you think they'd have me?!

[jilt]

I can't imagine why they wouldn't, if you've the skill. In fact, if you speak to Cillian Quinn, he'd be able to show you the ropes.

[assumedposition]

Cillian Quinn! I've got it. I shall seek him out on your advice. My thanks!

[jilt]

You're very welcome, Albert.