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[flakjackets]

[ Lois had been on the ship for a few days and she already had more questions than answers. She should lay low and stay out of trouble or ask Clark to do this for her... But that wasn't her style. And considering recent revelations, she'd rather do this on her own.

Despite the temptation, she didn't snoop around upon arrival - instead choosing a more direct approach. She starts the feed in her room, seated at her desk. ]

Hi, most of you probably don't know me. My name's Lois Lane and I have a question for all of you, or a few I suppose. I'm a journalist back home so call it a habit, but I'd love to speak with whoever's willing. Either on or off the record, considering my job seemed to find a way to transfer itself here. I'd preferably like to meet in person, but I can be flexible. Nothing too serious - more about backgrounds, how long you've been on the ship, demographics to establish a baseline. A few questions about your experiences while here if you're willing to share.

[ Her more in-depth questions are something she'd rather keep off the network, at least the ones she'd figured out so far. This process was going to have to be organic based on responses. Speaking of keeping things off the network and getting it out of her head... ]

Also, does anyone have any actual paper and either a pen or pencil they might be willing to part with until I can get a supply of my own? I'll find a way to pay you back. Thank you all for your time and possible assistance.

[ Seems fitting to throw that in there right before she ends her feed, try and work towards building up her own resources as best she can. The message is short and to the point, she'll deal with trying to get interviews with the Captains once she's got a bit of a firmer grip on the real situation.

Hopefully.]

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[flakjackets]

Perfect, I’ll see you then.

[ And with that, she ends her side of the feed to gather her things and make a few final preparations before heading out. She tries to stay close to the entrance, pacing slightly as she tries to keep an eye out for him. ]

[vengeance_driven]

[The man who enters the gardens is 6'2'' and lanky. Has a face that looks like it dulls a razor on a single pass and a set of deepset eyes that are perpetually set in "pissed off" mode. A hard face flecked with the dull scars of war and violence.]

Hey.

[He says in simple greeting, picks up one of the wondering cats, and comes over holding the thing in direct contradiction to "Eastern European threatening archetype" he just presented. It seems happy enough to lean against his broad chest and size-too-large uniform jacket.]

So, you were wanting to learn more about the ship. I come in with the first of our sort of crew here, so I'll tell you what I can.

[flakjackets]

[ The expression is somewhat familiar, considering her background. It was a nice change of pace considering some people will be sharing down the road. ]

Hi. [ And wow she wasn't expecting him to pick up the kitten but okay. People tend to surprise her all the time. Why shouldn't this happen? It earns a small smile, finding herself a little more relaxed. ]

That would be great. And, really, I'm interested in whatever you're willing to share. Whether it's something from one of the stops or your time aboard the ship... Or if you have any experience with the locked doors around? I can't help but notice there's quite a few of them.

[vengeance_driven]

Yeah, but I've not gone into them. I asked Than once, and he just said that there are things in there that people should not have access to. While this seems like just a way to hide things? There are obviously some pretty dangerous things on this ship.

[She should have picked up that much history by now. People tend to remember.] I still am curious, but I think all locked doors should be treated with some real caution. Don't go barrelling in unless you are really, really prepared.

hiatus catch up, sorry for the delay!

[flakjackets]

[ She'd scanned the network, but there was something satisfying about cross-checking references and obtaining multiple sources for information. It was always amazing the kind of power words could hold if molded and shaped into the right level of paranoia to quietly mill about the ship. Spur the whispers and rumors until the truth was sometimes buried beneath imaginations. ]

I don't have much experience with ships, but call locked doors an occupational curiosity. I just wanted to confirm that it wasn't just some sort of space ghost story. [ A beat. ] What's surprised you the most while here?