Do you wanna date my Avatar? [Open]

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First things first. Grace was taking a look at the facilities she'd be using in the future. Neuropathy had been interesting and the Medbay had also intrigued her - the lab set-up here would probably be more conducive to some of the things she might end up doing - genetic analysis, studying samples from Stacy herself, the plantsuits. However, Contagion had proven the most invaluable (although she'd no idea why it was called that). A full genetics lab and analysis set-up. That would prove invaluable. It was as extensive (more, in fact) then the setup she'd had on Pandora. Quite a bit of the equipment looked completely unfamiliar to her, but she could learn. She'd learned before and she'd do it again. As she pressed further into the facility, she caught the glimpse of something floating in a tank. A murky, indistinct shape that solidified as she approached. She recognized it.

"...oh my God."

Her face slowly split into a tight-lipped smile. It made a certain degree of sense - if they'd snatched her up, why not her Avatar as well? And if the body were here, that meant the rest of the equipment was somewhere on the ship. She wasn't sure what she'd need it for at the moment - but it was good to know that they had elements of the Avatar program aboard. Maybe it would prove useful in the future.

Anyone who wandered deeper into Contagion would find her examining the tank curiously and trying to access data records - when had these got here?

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So…a different species in stasis, used as a mere vessel…

“Can these hybrids think for themselves?” Aeneas blinked, stepping back to admire the tube from a different perspective, “Though I suppose if they were created for the purpose of being possessed, then…?”

The relevance of Grace’s statement didn’t quite strike him until several moments afterwards.

“—Wait, so—so you created these beings?” the alien cocked his head and perked his ears in wonderment.

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"Of course not. They were created for this and there's only about twenty or thirty in existence. If they were fully functioning people, it'd be unethical to actually use them."

She glanced back at Aeneas curiously, still fascinated by him. So very interesting. She'd have to talk to him later.

"Well, I didn't. The Avatar project did, though."

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And by ‘talk to’ I’m sure we mean ‘probe with something sharp’, because this is the most conversation Grace is going to get out of this shy alien unless she threatens him or something.

“—Oh,” Aeneas’s maw turned deep crimson and he quickly glanced away, “—Sorry, I—I should have assumed so, yes. Eh.”

He nervously began scratching his ears, quelled into silence by sheer embarrassment. Doctor Grace Augustine obviously did not have time for his ignorance.

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No, no. Grace only probed plants. Aeneas has nothing to worry about there. Although he might have to worry about Norm talking his... uh... hearing appendages off.

"It's fine." She shrugged. "Natural assumption to make."

She leaned over the console again. "How long have you been on board this thing? Anything I should know?"

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Auricles. They are auricles. Funny little appendages, too—like fleshy, webbed stalks, flexible but constantly perked and dilated in this hot, humid climate of alien entrails. When fully erect (as they were currently, since Aeneas was attentive to his audience as always), they were nearly a foot tall.

But enough about hearing apparatuses. Extraterrestrial creature physiology lessons can wait.

“It is…difficult to tell,” Aeneas slowly regained his composure, now that Grace didn’t seem quite so threatening, “Though I assume it has been several months since I first awoke. Some have been free for…quite a while longer.”

He hesitated.

“…You are new, yes? How much have you been told?”

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She would be very interested to learn that. Maybe later, though. She shrugged.

"Oh, the usual. World destroyed. Universe in peril. All the stuff."

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Aeneas exhaled slowly, bursts of invisible warmth and moisture streaming from the slit-like nostrils in the center of his face.

“Then I am afraid there is little else to tell,” the alien purred, shrugging as he offered Grace a brow-raising smile, “Other than the Nightmare King, I suppose. But I am sure you have been informed of that—most of us have been by this point.”

Obviously there were many other things that Aeneas could investigate; perhaps the zombie attacks, or the pirate raid, or the alien infections would make for interesting stories. However, this creature hadn’t experienced them for himself, and in a way, he felt that made him…unqualified to describe such scenarios in detail. If Grace inquired, then he at least knew who to direct her to.