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[knaval]

how do u look after
ants
i got a glass farm thing but what do i do now
do they eat "tuna"?

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[allyisun]

[The message opens on Allison trying to look Very Serious. She'd be steepling her fingers except the camera is on one of her wrists and that'd mess things up.]

So. Unlimited shopping funds. Along with having fun and treating ourselves, what I see here is an Opportunity.

Behold, your bar and café-

[The view pans over the bar on the side of the mess hall and then the café counter next door.]

Decent, yes. Serviceable. Quaint. But basically just an afterthought tacked onto the mess hall. But! Especially with the ship's growing population... What if we went big?

I'm talking getting our own room and making a snazzy new dedicated bar-and-cafe! Custom tables! Lounge chairs! Jukeboxes! Maybe a dance floor. Nachos.

[Her spiel over, Allison suddenly takes a -10 penalty to all confidence rolls.]

So, uh, what does everybody think? And like... What do you want out of a café and/or bar?

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[reseal]

Hello! Um, my name's Sakura Kinomoto and I'm twelve years old. I was assigned as a cleaning technician here. It's tough work, but I've been doing my best! [She smiles enthusiastically while trying to put on a brave face. ]

I need to pull my weight around too so I'd like to ask for a favor. [Admittedly she was a little nervous about asking for a request. There wasn't much she could do in return, after all.]

Would anyone mind teaching me something? It could be anything really. I mean... I want to learn a whole lot of things like music and art or poetry! It might be fun to learn in a group.  I used to learn a lot in school before. Look at this trick!

[Sakura spins a baton up high until it inevitably drops on her head.]

Ack! It wasn't supposed to turn out that way. F-Forget you saw that last part!

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[accidentalqueen]

[ Medusa's long been used to addressing large crowds of people. How to keep her face perfectly unreadable is a matter of habit, now, even as her hair swirls and shifts over her shoulders and around her face. She doesn't want to be doing this, but there's no point in beating around the bush with subtlety either. She'll have to make her requests. ]

Fellow guests of the Moira, my name is Medusa. I am Queen of the Inhumans and New Attilan. I speak to you today to ask you for your help. It has been some time since I last found myself on this ship, but I do not know how long. It seems some of those I considered friends previously have departed. If any of those I knew still remain, if anyone can tell me how many months I have lost, and what I have missed, I would be glad to hear from you now.

[ This part's a little trickier. ]

In addition, if there are any who have heard of the Inhumans, or those we consider our allies— The Fantastic Four, the Avengers, the X-Men— I would like to speak with you. To speak with any who have even heard of them. It does not matter if we knew each other before. I imagine that many of you may not have heard of of the Inhumans, even though we know of you. This is... [ Only a moment's hesitation, her hair billowing out in thought— and then she refocuses, and continues. ] A complicated situation to explain. So I leave it to you to decide whether or not to come forward. If you do not, know that I will not seek you out. I have no desire to impose meaning and familiarity onto strangers. I will respect your privacy as I would want my own to be respected.

[ And this one, this one final long shot in the dark: ]

If you are an Inhuman, of any tribe or city— know that you can always come to me for aid. The time for petty and superficial differences has passed. We are one people, and as one people I will defend you and stand for you as I would any citizen of mine.