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[meyneth]

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.

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[realitywarped]

Oh, I doubt the only thing. I meet very few mortals who are good at only one thing. It's an impressive list, however, even if I've never met a Bunnit. Something like a rabbit, presumably? Small, long ears, harmless?

[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.

[meyneth]

Small, long ears, but far from harmless. We weren't allowed to go near them as kids. A difficult task, considering how cute they are.

[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?

[realitywarped]

Vicious rabbits. Well, I suppose it's no stranger than some worlds I've seen.

[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?

[meyneth]

I guess you've got a point there. Maybe I could ask to be the ship's official Officer of Pot Stirring. [she laughs.] I'll swing around at some point.

[realitywarped]

We have stranger jobs, I'm sure. But yes, I'll either be here or I won't be easily found, in which case you may need to keep trying.