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Grim Eyes still didn't understand how these things worked - to her, it seemed like if it wasn't real, she shouldn't be able to smell it. You couldn't smell anything in a dream, and as far as she was concerned the Sensoriums were just an overly elaborate dream. With smells. That could hurt you if you let them.

But, as with most things that she didn't fully understand, she left the figuring out part to people with more interest in figuring it out and used the parts that benefited her as she saw fit. To this end, as she stepped into the Sensoriums, her ears twitched when it changed itself seamlessly into the Tribe's territory.

She took her spear over to the nearest rock and began the laborious process of sharpening it. It hadn't had a decent sharpening since she came aboard this confounded ship, and if she was going to be hunting, she was going to need it. As she ground it against the stone she hummed the methodical, repetitive tune of the Tribe sending their hunters off to provide.

She was probably the last person in the universe who knew it, now.

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Bella has grudgingly started to keep up with this strange "omnicomm" object. The machine spirits within are disconcerting to think about (as she's sure that's how it functions) but she misses much of the goingson of the ship without it.

And it can read out loud to her in its creepy, digital voice (a necessity, most wolves being illiterate) and that is enough for Bella.

The announcement of a hunt caught her interest, so in slinks a wolf. She flicks her ears around, nose twitching as she scents the unfamiliar air.

"You are the one who leads this hunt?"

There was another creature there, recently released from the med bay, smelling of wet minerals and sterilized bandages and syrup-drenched apples. This was the first time he’d been out for a while now—the first time he’d been out since the dreams and the confrontation—and it seemed like everything was brand new, ready to be rediscovered and explored. He loped about the ship with a wandering sort of confidence that rivaled the best of warriors, whistling tunes through his feathers the way he recalled humans doing when they were in similarly good moods, even though he had absolutely no idea where he was headed or what he would do when he got there.

It was no surprise, then, that he would end up in the place he most commonly visited upon first waking up, and therefore the only place that he could reliably trace his way back to. And the Sensoriums were, as usual, occupied.

The unique scent caught his attention first; the clean air, the untouched vegetation and ground cover, wet dirt and ozone, all carried by a crisp breeze tinged with dust and organics of unknown animals and their long-decayed prey. Aeneas had never experienced such a thing before. It intrigued him greatly.

The ones already present intrigued him even more. Though to state that their appearances startled him would be both an understatement and highly hypocritical. Aeneas was less frightened than he was curious, and if these creatures were anything like humans, then they would feel just about the same as he.

The fact that one of them carried a weapon was no less reassuring. The alien made sure that he was noticed, reverting to his usual and instinctive greeting of deep purring and a bowed head to show that he was neither armed nor intentional of harm. He otherwise said nothing; there was the remote possibility that one (or both) of these creatures was a product of the Sensoriums themselves, and therefore would not react to his presence in the way he expected.

He missed the bit about the “hunt”, however. It might be helpful to explain this detail for him.

Red Snout stalked into the Sensoriums with his usual bad mood hovering around him. He was a bit more snippy than usual, his mind nagging at him. There was something he had forgotten, he was sure. But he couldn't put his claw on what it was. He eyed Grim Eyes. Oh. Her. Still. A hunt was a hunt, wasn't it? He clattered closer, watching with vague disdain.

"There is a hunt?" He parroted Bella's question, impatient for an answer.

"There better be," San drawled from behind him, irreverently enough. She didn't know what Red Snout or Aeneas was, but she had grown up around Kodama, spoke the languages of the beasts, was raised by a wolf the size of a house, and had little fear of strange Kami such as this.

She stood at the back of the group, one hand on the hilt of her knife, almost nonchalantly eying Grim Eyes' spear and not for the first time wishing she had her own. A silent curse for the humans of Iron Town was enough to pass the thought on, and she decided it was well enough done to meet the Hyena's eyes as an equal.

Whatever Grim Eyes had been expecting in response to her omnicomm post, this hadn't been it. The wolf was well enough - even though they weren't related in the slightest, she supposed they were distant cousins by simple virtue of being pack hunters. The... thing - Grim Eyes had seen it around the ship, which was the only reason she didn't leap back snarling when it approached - was so utterly foreign that she had no idea what to do with it. The human girl in the back - well, there was enough of a hunter's instinct in her eyes that Grim Eyes could approve but...

The lizard was the one she didn't want around, even in the slightest.

"Wasn't expecting a zoo," she muttered to herself, her hackled going up despite herself at Red Snout's presence. She remembered their truncated challenge and remembered how he had insulted the Tribe. She doubted he had forgotten what she had said to him either. "Whatever, the whole ship is a zoo. I'm Grim Eyes, and I lead this hunt. You-" she gestured at Aeneas. "What are you, and what can you do? And you girl-" she turned to San now- "What in the world do you think you're going to do against deer with that piddly little knife?"

"I'm going to kill it," San shot back smoothly, as if replying to a particularly humorous question posed by a very young child. True, it wasn't the best tool for the job, but the Ship Spirit hadn't seen fit to provide her with a spear and the long-knife had fed her well plenty of times.

( I'm sooooooooooooooooooooo so so sorry for taking so long. -_- )

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