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Hello, everyone. My name is Fiora. I arrived last month. To the newcomers, I'd say "welcome," but... I'm sure you're not happy about being here. So a "sorry" might be more appropriate.
Anyway, I have a couple questions. First, do we have a tailor on board? I was given a uniform when I arrived last month, like everybody else, but I can't wear it. I've tried. I can get my arms halfway through the sleeves before they become too small. Plus, even if I could get it on somehow, it... well, it would probably look really strange on me. My body outer armor has a lot of... I guess you'd call them protrusions? Bulgy bits.
[The video's camera is pulled back far enough to show Fiora's metal torso and arms, which are covered in numerous different metal plates, some of which are for decoration.]
So, um, to anyone who could help me with modifying the uniform so it works better for me, trade you for a favor in the future? I'd really appreciate the help.
[With that done, she pulls the camera back to her face and takes a breath before continuing.]
My second question is something I've been wondering since I got here. Back home, I enjoyed cooking for other people, just for fun. Can the kitchen be used for something like that? Is there perhaps a designated time for personal use? I don't want to get in the way of people working.
But, I can't exactly cook right now. I'm asking for the future. So on a related note, I wonder what people do on the ship to pass the time. Preferably something that doesn't require two hands.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to watch this. Sorry it's so long.
{ private to alphonse elric }
Alphonse? Do you remember me? We met a month ago after I arrived. I know we're basically still strangers, but I wonder if I could ask you for something.
Anyway, I have a couple questions. First, do we have a tailor on board? I was given a uniform when I arrived last month, like everybody else, but I can't wear it. I've tried. I can get my arms halfway through the sleeves before they become too small. Plus, even if I could get it on somehow, it... well, it would probably look really strange on me. My body outer armor has a lot of... I guess you'd call them protrusions? Bulgy bits.
[The video's camera is pulled back far enough to show Fiora's metal torso and arms, which are covered in numerous different metal plates, some of which are for decoration.]
So, um, to anyone who could help me with modifying the uniform so it works better for me, trade you for a favor in the future? I'd really appreciate the help.
[With that done, she pulls the camera back to her face and takes a breath before continuing.]
My second question is something I've been wondering since I got here. Back home, I enjoyed cooking for other people, just for fun. Can the kitchen be used for something like that? Is there perhaps a designated time for personal use? I don't want to get in the way of people working.
But, I can't exactly cook right now. I'm asking for the future. So on a related note, I wonder what people do on the ship to pass the time. Preferably something that doesn't require two hands.
Anyway, thank you for taking the time to watch this. Sorry it's so long.
{ private to alphonse elric }
Alphonse? Do you remember me? We met a month ago after I arrived. I know we're basically still strangers, but I wonder if I could ask you for something.
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[she sighs. now what? that's pretty much the only thing she could call a hobby back home.]
Are they rationed in any way, or do they trust us not to go crazy? I wouldn't be eating any of it myself. I'm never in the mess hall except as part of work.
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[which she isn't contributing to this time. like hell if she's going on some creepy abandoned ship after being attacked by metal-eating pests.]
Well, thanks for the answer.
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[You're cool Fiora, why cover that?]
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[Fiora hesitates, taking a moment to pick her words.] ...I mean, I haven't worn clothes in close to six months. Not since before my body was changed. But I had a full closet back home, before then. So wearing some again, somehow, even if I don't need it - it sounds nice.
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Are you at least gonna find somethin’ with more umph than the uniform? You got all the shiny color now. Be a real shame to cover it up in all that black and white.
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So I'll probably have to get a little creative with whatever clothes I could wear. Maybe just... a vest, or something...
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Vests are nice. [Says the girl who never goes anywhere without her leather one, rarely goes without her undervest either.] You'd look all shiny in one.
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Sorry, but have we met? And, it's alright, that's what plenty people assume.
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[a couple of seconds later, a video comes on and Fiora will see that blue haired boy from last month giving her a casual wave]
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Uh... I see. Hello again.
Yes, I'm all metal. Not just the outside.
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What's with that attitude? You make it sound like being metallic is a terrible way to be. If you ask me, I prefer being this way... It's far more economical and easy to maintain.
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Everybody's experience with these things is going to be different. For example, how long have you been metal compared to before?
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But I guess that's just par for the course for people like you.
[yet he makes it sound like he's been human before... And he has. It was awful]
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[In other words, pretty much exactly the way she feels about her old body and wanting it back. This guy is a moron.]
You're so very versed in all this. Please do forgive me for not bowing to your expertise.
[And there's a bizarre "people like you" comment. She has no idea what that was even supposed to mean, so if it's meant to be insulting, he failed.]
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i'm surprised the ingress chose to bring you in like this. it seems to prefer people who are at their functional best. which begs the question of why I arrived like this and you arrived like that.
personally, forced armour is hardly what I'd consider 'optimal'...
what is it with you humans and preferring biological functions anyway? it seems to be more trouble than it's worth.
[eating is gross. Biological functions are a joke. He doesn't see the appeal, despite spending about six months as a human]
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Honestly, she's not particularly interested in continuing to talk to this guy, but the switch to text is odd and intriguing. And she can't let go of the disrespect, anyway. It's almost like an internet argument she just can't walk away from.]
I never wanted to be anything other than what I always had been. I wasn't some kind of warrior or something... and I didn't ask to be turned into this.
You're thinking about it way too technical. It's not about being "optimal."
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... This is totally an internet argument though, look at this shitposter don't fall for the bait]
funny, i never said having armour forced upon you was optimal, just that human bodily functions are inefficient. why else would you have fools going on about the 'evolution of man'? ugh makes me shudder just to think about it.
as for that armour business... well, i can't imagine a more stressful situation. nothing says fun like feeling perpetually trapped in your own body. so what sorry experiment did you stumble into? or was it an emergency? life or death!
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[Whoops there aren't actually humans in her world, but "Homs," and they came from the giant angry organic god that they all live on top of now. But "Homs" is getting eaten by the automatic translator; Fiora doesn't even realize it.]
Why should I tell YOU any of that? I don't think that's any of your buisness.
[in other words, she totally does not trust you.]
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[Prometheus laughs a little. Doesn't matter what people call themselves. At the end of the day, humans have a lot more in common with Homs than Reploids do with the Mechon]
oh, unhappy memory? well, waking up one day in a body that's not your own isn't something that i'd be willing to talk with people about either. though the way you talk about it makes me think it's something of a recent change.
haha, i remember those days! you should enjoy these days... or maybe you'll get lucky and the ingress has repaired/renewed whatever strain that system will have on you.
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[In case her specific mistrust of Prometheus himself had not been clear enough. of course, he's spot on about the change being recent... and about her systems being strained. It only annoys her even more.]
Why are you doing this, talking to me like this? Are you trying to prove some kind of point to me?
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besides, there's nothing wrong with making a bit of small talk? we're all stuck on this ship till who knows when. might as well make the most of our time here, because you and i? we don't have much time back home the way we are now.
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[He sounds pretty happy to be contacted.]
What is it that you need? If I can help, I'll definitely try my best.
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Those things that were on the ship, they went after me. I'm fine, but one of my hands is broken now. I don't know if anything can be done until the Med Bay is fixed, but...
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Oh! Are you alright? I know they only eat metal, but did they go after your armor?
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[Everyone else in the pantheon gets a day, why can't Loki?]
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[that... doesn't make sense? people eat in the mess hall every day of the week, don't they?]
Um... how'd you manage that?
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[The mess hall might be public access, but Loki's kitchens are not if he has anything to say about the matter.]
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[But she sounds especially happy to hear this info, the reason for which is quickly revealed:] Say, how does a person go about switching jobs to the Kitchen? It's possible, isn't it?
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[He raises an inquiring eyebrow. After some of his assistant cooks, one who actually can would be very welcome.]
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[She's beaming proudly through that explanation, especially towards the end.]
It's been a few months since I've had the chance to cook anything, mind you, but I couldn't forget how. If we've got extra supplies I could always give you a demonstration or something.
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[Loki is, by no means, a soft touch... but it's hard to say no to someone so very cheerful about the prospect of cooking.]
We're not so badly off, no, as long as you don't mind improvising. We get very few standard ingredients, so a lot of the job is trial and error, frankly. If you want to drop by the galley, I'll be in here a while this afternoon.
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[She brightens at the idea of meeting up to cook, but it fades almost as quickly.]
Mm... well, are you sure? As I said, I don't know if I can cook with one of my hands busted. Doc Yewll said it'll still be a few days before anything can be done about it...
Maybe I'll send you a message when I'm back in tip-top shape? And we can meet?
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[Even if it does sound rather like a surreal movie plot twist. He looks actually moderately embarrassed for Loki for a moment, eyes flicking sideways for a moment.]
That might be a problem, true. I forget sometimes mortals don't heal quite as quickly as we do.
[He shrugs. Injuries never last long on him, and he forgets they can be rather more inconvenient when it comes to other people.]
But yes, message me when you can, and we'll sort something out. Until then, if you'd be more comfortable being busy, it does only take one hand to stir most things, yes?
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