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[prorenataa]

[ Though he's keyed up the MID for video, Adrien is ignoring the screen and looking down at an old fashion pad of paper, upon which he's making notes. ]

I'm getting the impression that this crew is a little [ what's the word he wants here? ] accident prone. [ You know, just giant sentient beings crashing through walls, bullets and some of the other chaos he's witnessed since arriving. ]

As such I'm going to take our current opportunity to bolster the MedBay's supplies; just because it never hurts to be over stocked.

[ He's confident they can find nooks and crannies to stuff shit in, as necessary. ]

That brings me to two questions.

Are there any specific medical needs anyone requires that we can try to bring on board? Provided it's available.

And is anyone willing to help me coordinate getting all this back up to the Moira?

[ Because after having lugged his own personal collection of goodies back off the planet, Adrien found that transport was a bit of a challenge. ]

text;

[a_shadow]

Does anyone on the ship have experience tattooing?

[ A second text goes out moments later. ]

We have a tattoo gun now, by the way.

video:

[that_cost]

[ Charlie's seated on the beach again, holding a remote control in one hand while some sort of quadcopter/car thing sits nearby. She's installing batteries and pressing switches on the remote into the copter,frowning just a bit and looking over directions. ]

...shoulda paid attention to the guy I bought this from.

[ Oh, well. She turns again to address the MID, smiling a bit. ]

When I was eleven years old, I lived with my grandparents. At one point, I got really sick and had to stay in bed for a good, long while. A few weeks, I think. My grandfather had this habit of telling me a joke when I was feeling miserable. It was always the same joke, but it made me laugh every time.


I just remembered it and wanted to know if anyone else had a better one.

[ This may be a vague challenge towards one Nathan Drake. And Charlie is bored. ]

A guy is sitting at home when he hears a knock at the door. He opens the door and sees a snail on the porch. He picks up the snail and throws it as far as he can. Three years later there’s a knock on the door. He opens it and sees the same snail. The snail says: ‘What the hell was that all about?’


[ She shrugs and smirks some, rolling her eyes a tad. ]

Stupid, I know. But I love it. Let's hear another one.

video (first post: public); text for the second (locked from drake)

[tearsinajar]

[ The screen blips on and there's a blonde haired woman looking at the screen with a furrowed brow, kind of like she's not sure if she's got the hang of it yet after going through the device multiple times and being fairly tech-savvy— or so she'd like to think of herself. ]

Oh— hey! Great, this does work. [ On a mumble she adds to herself: ] Of course it would, Fisher, why wouldn't it work for it if it's been working for everyone else?

Anyway! This is just a short uh, introduction: name's Elena, great to meet you all. Looks like I've been assigned as the ship's Climbing Instructor, if there's anyone who's interested in such a thing or enjoys doing it on the side themselves. I'm looking to get the lessons started later this week, and my mailbox is open anytime for sign ups.

You don't have to be a professional or know a single thing about the hobby, I'll show you the ropes. Ha..haaaa... get it? Cause climbing involves... Yeah, never mind. That was lame, but I only have one person to blame for puns that fail 30% of the time.

As a heads up, I've never once used ropes or climbing gear and equipment. It's been a free climb and jump at your own peril kind of thing, mostly self taught on the go. At least it's good for building your upper body strength?

Also— pictures! [ Her camera comes up into a view, a damn nice SLR. Thanks be to the captains and unlimited credits. ] Some of you might've seen me around down planet side with a camera; floppy white beach hat, Jackie O shades. The purpose behind that was I do photography on the side back home, also as a hobby. If I offended anyone, made you suspicious, or you want me to delete your picture, or— hey— maybe you want me to send the shots to you— again, my mailbox is wide open for those requests. I'm also taking requests for possible future photoshoots. I just don't know if that's a...thing people might find interesting on a ship.

Let me know!

— — —

[ The following messages come through as public to all but one person. Elena's locking this specifically from Nathan Drake, and for good reason. ]

Besides whoever was in the Medbay when I arrived— sorry, I can't remember who did my scans— who else do we have on the ship who counts as an actual physician?

I'm asking because I don't think my scans were done right. Or they didn't finish properly.

Also, I don't know if I'll get many responses but it's worth a shot— anyone on-board have any experience with shrapnel related injuries? Doctors aside of course.

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[diamondhack]

Well. Since we're all in an extreme sharing mood and in a need to air out our differences while making fools of ourselves, why don't we all sit down and have a lovely chat of what us newcomers have missed?

I'm sure it's all very thrilling, as I've been able to gather from these few posts. You're chatty, the lot of you.

I have no drawings or talents to share, for that I only sort-of apologize. I am truly cursed with a lack of imagination.

[She's a huge liar, but what does anyone know? She's been here for a few weeks and has barely caused any trouble so far.

She's not even bothering to introduce herself, who needs introductions anyway?]