Rita (
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lastvoyageslogs2020-07-13 12:07 am
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01 :: Open Log
Who: iiiiiit's RITA! And also you, you got no choice, get in here
Where: Everywhere!
When: Everywhen! Well, no, but July 12th with some fuzzy time into the following week
What: A newbie explores.
It's honestly all kinds of tempting to just...stick around on the comms for a little while. For research, like. Get the lay of the land, work out who's talking about what, work out the real tough guys and the smart guys and the wise guys and the other kinds of guys you get in a super hardcore space jail.
So she does. For fourteen hours. Then she's hungry and she's got a real bad crick in her neck and some other places too, and another fourteen hours isn't going to make either of those things better.
Anyone who pays particularly close attention to new doors and/or new people might be the first to catch her on Level One, but after that she's off exploring. Obviously the dining hall is her first stop, and her selection of lunch food on offer is both broad and deep. Interdimensional travel needs fuel! Probably.
After that, she can be found pretty much anywhere on the ship - the common rooms, the greenhouse, the gym (very briefly), the communal wardrobe. Between spaces, if anything looks like it can be prised open or peeked into even if maybe it shouldn't be, she'll be doing that too. Call her thorough. Or nosy.
She may also be leaving a trail of fish-flavoured crumbs which is barely visible but much easier to scent, especially if you're sensitive to that kind of thing.
Her longest stop ends up being in the library, where she winds up accumulating a stack of books about as big as she is, from so many different subject areas across fiction and nonfiction that you'd be forgiven for thinking she just grabbed them at random.
Where: Everywhere!
When: Everywhen! Well, no, but July 12th with some fuzzy time into the following week
What: A newbie explores.
It's honestly all kinds of tempting to just...stick around on the comms for a little while. For research, like. Get the lay of the land, work out who's talking about what, work out the real tough guys and the smart guys and the wise guys and the other kinds of guys you get in a super hardcore space jail.
So she does. For fourteen hours. Then she's hungry and she's got a real bad crick in her neck and some other places too, and another fourteen hours isn't going to make either of those things better.
Anyone who pays particularly close attention to new doors and/or new people might be the first to catch her on Level One, but after that she's off exploring. Obviously the dining hall is her first stop, and her selection of lunch food on offer is both broad and deep. Interdimensional travel needs fuel! Probably.
After that, she can be found pretty much anywhere on the ship - the common rooms, the greenhouse, the gym (very briefly), the communal wardrobe. Between spaces, if anything looks like it can be prised open or peeked into even if maybe it shouldn't be, she'll be doing that too. Call her thorough. Or nosy.
She may also be leaving a trail of fish-flavoured crumbs which is barely visible but much easier to scent, especially if you're sensitive to that kind of thing.
Her longest stop ends up being in the library, where she winds up accumulating a stack of books about as big as she is, from so many different subject areas across fiction and nonfiction that you'd be forgiven for thinking she just grabbed them at random.

gym
"Hey. I don't recognize you; you new?"
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She looks around, taking the place in; it looks better than it did, but Rita didn't see Tiffany's starting point and she's still pretty sure a regular gym isn't meant to look like this.
"There, uh, there sure was somethin' goin' on in here, huh?"
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Time flies when you live on a crazy space boat.
"But if you wanna just work out on the mats, it's okay for that now. The machines are gonna take a little longer, though."
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Communal Wardrobe
She flags down a little tasty human who shows up, addressing her;
"Excuse me, little human girl? What do you think of this?"
She holds a dress up with sleeve ruffles to her chest.
Re: Communal Wardrobe
"I ain't a girl, I'm a lady, and that's a real nice dress an' that color's gonna look super great with your hair!"
She's not really in a position to argue 'little', and 'human' is just facts.
Re: Communal Wardrobe
She peers down at the dress, and then back at Rita.
"You are not having a laugh at me?"
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"OH HI~I!"
A new person!
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A space criminal! Doing crimes! To coffee!
"People're gonna need that, you put it back!"
The whole 'this person is entirely a glowing triangle' thing can be addressed shortly.
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Ergo, he should have it?
"PROPERTY IS THEFT, YOU EVER HEAR THAT ONE?"
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icon so cute. we love a rita
<3
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Library;
"Hey, sorry, I was finishing somethin' up and-" He's looking down - far down - at the woman well over a foot taller beneath his own height. One who smelled of... fish? Odd. "You, uh, alright there, ma'am?"
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"I'm great! Don't suppose ya could just push my glasses up my nose real quick?"
They're getting precarious, and she's a few steps away from a table to set down the books on.
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Steve replies and very carefully adjusts the glasses for her. He carries two books off the top of her pile, retrieves his own dropped one, and follows her to the nearby desk. There he'll assist with straightening the stack, if needed, once it's placed so it doesn't lean too far in one direction or the other.
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She grins.
"'Ey, welcome aboard! Finally, a humanoid I don't 'ave to look up at! I mean, except Babs but she's the only one I'd rather look up at, so I sit on the floor a lot around 'er. But other than that it's stiff neck city on this boat. What do you think of it so far?"
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"Oh aye, someone found a hidden switch and changed everyone's entire reality. Fourth floor basically got totalled by an angry god, it was ridiculous. I got turned into a version of me that'd taken up with a bunch of barking mad time cultists. That sort of thing 'appens fairly often, actually. Keeps us on our toes!"
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greenhouse
"Just get here?"
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And she's immediately hurrying up for a closer look. Hiiii.
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"Huh," he mutters, as he goes through the racks. "Place smells like fish."
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"That's my salmon cream cookies!"
A hand clutching a foil bag pops up over one of the taller racks nearby.
"Ya want one?"
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your tag vanished and then came back!! confusing!!
Boo!
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"Can I help you?"
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"....h-hey, Mista..."
Wait.
Rex Glass
✔️ Oldest known pseudonym = safest??
❌ Real long time ago so kinda disingenuous??
Peter Ransom
✔️ Most current
❌ Might not be current for him; timeline dealies??
Monsieur Dauphin
✔️ Real cute
❌ Is his first name Monsieur??
Peter Nureyev
✔️ Actual real name
❌❌❌ Actual real name ❌❌❌
"MayebactuallynotIwasjustlookin'aroundbutIdon'tthinkthere'sanythin'Ineedinherethanksthough!"
It's as much of a panicked pterodactyl sound as an actual reply.
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Today, however, he's perched himself in one of the various alcoves, and is simply... watching.
"Catching up on something, there? Or just curious?"
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"Just curious!"
And currently engaged enough with the bookshelf she's perusing that she doesn't try to locate the source of the question.
Bowling Alley?
It's pretty quiet there at the moment though, and there's an old man with his feet up on the counter and his nose in a back issue of Gold Chains For Old Men magazine. He looks up when he hears something though, and almost falls out of his chair when he realizes it's actually a customer.
"Woah, someone's actually here!" he laughs and then puts on the showman charm. "What can I do for ya? Here to play the greatest game of Ten Pin you've ever played?"
Bowling Alley!
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