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[The MID post comes in as "video", but there's nothing moving on the screen. Just a static blue shape that calls to mind mangled geometry-- or an extremely corrupted logo of some kind. It comes with some cheerful male answering-machine speech...]

<Welcome to Domesticon warranty and recycling depot #127. This is the automated system ad-->

[...which cuts off mid-sentence. The words that continue are in recognizably the same voice, but have a much broader range of inflection and no hint of the mechanical echo from before.]

Sorry about that. Still, ah, working out a few bugs. But hey, it's nice to see this place up and running again! Within, you know, standard deviations.

As we're proceeding with our latest pit stop, I thought I'd advertise my local functions-- to our new department heads or anyone else who can make use of them. I've been installed as the ship's Workshift Coordinator and given access to adjust crew scheduling at need. Since I'm sure the changes made by our new management caught a few people by surprise [*cough*, the half of the crew now on cleaning duty]... well, feel free to call if you need anything. Or just chat up your nearest terminal.

...

While I'm on the line--any thoughts about a name? [There's an odd note to the mainframe's voice. Hopeful? Hesitant? Embarrassed that the pod crab got there first? ~~He should be. Dork.~~] Current options include Hank, Blue... maybe Morely.

Open to suggestions.

[[ooc: For those who missed the memo, he's talking about the job changes made here and here. The mainframe's isn't in charge of the actual assignments (though people are welcome to complain!), but he can alter your character's shift times and other handwavy goodness.]]

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Time's always a problem. How long ya been thinkin' about a name?

I ain't got a name. Kinda in your boat, I guess. Still lookin' for one. Some folk give me nicknames, if your really needin' somethin' to call me.

Mm... a little under thirty years.

[AND YET he comes up with Morely.]

Is there anything you prefer?

Thirty? [Oh. That's far longer than she'd thought. Far longer than she'd even been alive.] You're thirty? You're really old.

[Probably not what she should take from that.]

Nu-uh. You don't getta do that. I can't go choosin' my own nicknames, it don't work like that.

Thanks.

[Much dry, very amuse.]

<Oops. I'm sorry.> I thought you weren't supposed to let other people choose them?

Welcome?

[Why is she being thanked? Old people are confusing.]

You can't let 'em choose your name-name, but a nickname has to come from someone else. Your real name's your identity, can't let someone else choose who ya are right? But a nickname's how somebody tells how much they like ya, or don't like ya, I guess. It's different.

[Someday you're gonna have to learn yourself some sarcasm, kid.]

...I wouldn't be too sure about that.

[Letting other people choose-- or remove-- identities is most of the reason he exists. But, quiet mutterings aside...]

So you get both? Sweet.

[She knows plenty, just not about that.]

I am pretty sure 'bout that.

[An identity stayed as long as the soul was with the body, as far as she knew.]

Both? Ya can have a lot more than just two, ya know. Don't know anybody who ends up with just one nickname.

[...yeah, dropping that subject.]

Do you have a favorite?

There was somebody back home used to call me Sunshine.

[Dr. Death used to call a lot of people that, but she liked hearing it directed at her the best.]

Edited 2016-10-13 20:34 (UTC)

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