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[He's been keeping to himself this entire time, working his way around the ship and learning where the lifts go and what times of day make it easiest to travel without running into anyone. Ailanne's intention had been to avoid everyone, find a way out of this place, and continue on his merry way.
Obviously, that hasn't happened yet.
Then comes the multitude of problems: he's stuck there. With no way home. No idea what's going on. And not a damned clue how to work any of the technology he's continuously faced with. (He'd stared down a microwave the other night and come no closer to discovering its purpose. He'd assumed it was an extra storage place and left the remains of his cold dinner there.)
So he tries to work his communicator again -- he'd gotten it to work once! Surely he can do it again. He's not a complete fool. He's actually very intelligent, thank you. Just... in other areas.]
Hello?
[It's not on yet. He's staring at a blank screen. More button mashing is required. There is no method to that madness -- he just hits everything that pops up on the screen. First, he manages some text:]
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[Okay. Cool. Cool. He's got this. That was text. He's not sure what he just did, but he's managed to post one of his button mashing attempts.
Now how does he project his image? The button mashing saga continues. Anyone watching this train wreck will see flashes of his face, eyes narrowed in intense concentration. But the video continues to cut in and out.]
Why won't-- --Fate's damned-- --work!
[And that's all you see and hear before the feed finally cuts on long enough to show the communicator's trip sailing through the air. The feed dies again as it smashes into a hallway wall.
Moral of the story: Ailanne still has no idea how to work the comm. But he's almost got it. So he might be able to reply.]
Obviously, that hasn't happened yet.
Then comes the multitude of problems: he's stuck there. With no way home. No idea what's going on. And not a damned clue how to work any of the technology he's continuously faced with. (He'd stared down a microwave the other night and come no closer to discovering its purpose. He'd assumed it was an extra storage place and left the remains of his cold dinner there.)
So he tries to work his communicator again -- he'd gotten it to work once! Surely he can do it again. He's not a complete fool. He's actually very intelligent, thank you. Just... in other areas.]
Hello?
[It's not on yet. He's staring at a blank screen. More button mashing is required. There is no method to that madness -- he just hits everything that pops up on the screen. First, he manages some text:]
8y3typ7PQ7TR FY
[Okay. Cool. Cool. He's got this. That was text. He's not sure what he just did, but he's managed to post one of his button mashing attempts.
Now how does he project his image? The button mashing saga continues. Anyone watching this train wreck will see flashes of his face, eyes narrowed in intense concentration. But the video continues to cut in and out.]
Why won't-- --Fate's damned-- --work!
[And that's all you see and hear before the feed finally cuts on long enough to show the communicator's trip sailing through the air. The feed dies again as it smashes into a hallway wall.
Moral of the story: Ailanne still has no idea how to work the comm. But he's almost got it. So he might be able to reply.]

[voice]
It's working fine.
If you're having trouble with your network device, there's a department full of people here who can teach you to use it.
[text]
ot having trouble
i know exacly what im doing
wha departmenteven is that
I LOST THE NOTIF. So sorry! <3
How would you describe your current situation, if it's not "having trouble"?
it's cool!
is being
forced to use this fates damned box
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[His tone is a combination of airy and deadpan.]
If we didn't have it, we might have to talk to each other in person, and it would probably be harder to learn what's going on.
"Fates damned" -- where are you from?
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force someone else to run around quoting us
list gos on anything s better than this box
[There's a pause between that text and the next. How exact should he be? Where is this fool from? Why does he want to know? Questions upon questions and he's too impatient to find these things out in a more subtle manner. This place is throwing him way off his game.]
sena
what about you anterni or some shit like that or raist with that accent
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[-Ish. His tone drops, becomes dry:]
There are probably better uses of everyone's time than to run around quoting each other. When you get used to the device, keep in mind that it isn't tremendously secure.
Still, I'm interested to hear about Sena.
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[Very ancient history wasn't a big thing where he was from. He didn't know some of the older names of the countries before the shift happened.]
what anyone can see what i say how sure are you that face to face conversations arent better fool
most people arent its mostly desert at this point fates damned land hasnt seen rain in fifty years poor poor little mages have to go around using their magic to keep everything growing
boo hoo
[Some of them died in the desert while traveling between towns. That was his favorite part of Sena's predicament.]
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[But go ahead and call him a fool; he doesn't care at the moment.]
Face to face conversations are better in terms of security, but the communicator is more convenient in terms of speed. It isn't a good idea to eschew either of them. Also, if there's anything important you need to know, it will probably be coming to you through a public broadcast.
You sound very fond of your homeland, by the way.
[That's dry, ironic, but not quite sarcastic.]
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[But again, that's just ignorance on his part.]
fiiiiiine i suppose ill continue to use it until i can find out how to leave what security threats are there in this metal box
oh im fond of it everywhere else is worse magic everywhere
the only better place to live is over where they feed the mages to giant lizards
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[His continuing wryness suggests that he doesn't really expect that any such interest will ever exist.]
Why do they feed the mages to giant lizards? Wait -- don't tell me. [A note of sing-song resignation creeps in.] Giant lizards have to eat, too. But why mages?
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theyre tastier than everyone else
[He hears you mocking him. He's making annoyed scowls for a second before deciding to just roll with it and sending another text.]
fine so they dont actually feed the mages to the dragons on purpose
but they should
they just use them to put up barriers or some shit to protect their fool cities so whenever a giant lizard breaks through its smart enough to eat the mages first
and then eat everyone else
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[Text]
look its working i dont need any help
[Baby's first texts. Look at him. Doing so well. No idea where the punctuation is and no intention of ever finding out lest it risk that fragile hold of usability he's clinging to.]
who are you
[Text]
I'm Muscovy. Who are you?
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im ai
ailanne rei
heard of me
{ooc: so sorry for the delay!!!}
np!
No. Are there many here who know you?
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everyone should know me
unless i decide to buy into this whole oooooh were trapped in spaaaaaace
whatever that is
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Space is like the sky at night, just that you cannot breathe and it is very cold. You can see it from the shuttle bay.
You can go out and test if it is real, but you will die.
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im actually the best at breathing if there was a breathing champion it woud beme
mm maybe i wont test it in case your picky afterlife gods are real
what is the point of this place anyway
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I don't know. But there is shelter and it is warm and there is food and water. Maybe there is no point.
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theres always a point when you keep someone a prisoner even if that point is your own amusement
whos in charge
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The boss of the people that we imprisoned a while ago. Or the being in the white room.
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what do you mean by being is that the god of this place
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I don't know about the boss of the people that were imprisoned, but I think he or she is very strong.
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is there a way to talk to the boss
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I said that I don't know anything about that boss, yes?
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mm you might have i also might not have paid attention i just assume if i keep askign youll give me the answer i want
i suppose i can give up for now i dont feel very enlightened but ill thank you for this help anyway
muscovy right
ill put you on the list of people i wont kill
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She is very scary when she wants to be. I don't think that many people on the ship can be scarier.
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are there many fools on her bad side then
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[What is daring people to do the thing by telling them that they shouldn't, surely people wouldn't do something they're told not to do.]
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is there a list of things that put someone on her bad side
surely theres one person around whos already pissed her off
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its useless why am i expected to use this
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whats the point of saving time when theres nothing to do with that time
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what do i even get out of it other than not drowning in my own boredom food seems to be free and i have my own room