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Sharing is caring [Closed to people he's invited over]

Fletcher had just returned from GLaDOS's various tests, and was now in his room in the crew quarters getting reacquainted with the meatship.

Something was strange about it all, though. Somehow, he got the feeling that the room was too big for just him, and emptier than it should be... they were all the same size, though, weren't they? So that was silly.

He sat on his bed, munching on a candy bar he'd picked up while grocery shopping on Zokez II, and waited.

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"Pirates? There were pirates?" He finishes the candy and tilts his head sideways. "When was that?"

"Well, Stacy woke us up because there were these pirates that got inside and took control of the ship and were gonna go sell us as slaves or something. So she woke us up to go make them stop," he explains.

"'Cept she couldn't tell us, so it took a really long time for everybody to figure that out. I didn't get to go though," he continues.

Oh man is this licorice? This is licorice! Nom!

"That's what happened...?" It's the first time Fletcher has heard this. Come to think of it, he doesn't really know a whole lot about what went on before he podpopped. "I'm glad she woke everyone up, then. That would've been awful..."

"Yeah, I guess it would've," he says. Vega hadn't really thought about what might have become of them if they had failed.

"It's a good thing the team that went up to the bridge was real tough! That's why they won. Except one of the AI's was working for the pirates so he let a bunch of zombies come attack the rest of us down in the city. That was pretty bad, but we were okay," he says. Really, he was terrified at the time.

"Stacy helped us out though, when the guys that went up to the bridge chased the pirates out they got her working like she was supposed to again and she killed all the zombies like that." Vega claps the heel of one palm into his other hand.

"So maybe they broke GLaDOS when they were here," he finishes. "She sounds really weird, at least."

"Huh..."

He pulls a small bag of potato chips out of the drawer and tugs it open. "Has anyone asked Stacy about her? She probably knows."

"Maybe. I dunno," says Vega. He takes a seat, still savoring the licorice stick.

"Maybe we could ask her."

"That's a good idea." He munches a chip, then goes on. "How do we talk to her?"

Vega scratches his chin. "I think you go talk to the ceiling? Not from in the crew quarters though, I guess these are private."

Stacy has some standards.

"That's what I've seen people do anyway."

To the ceiling... That was weird. "So out in the hallway? Or on the observation deck? We should do that!" He stood up.

"Okay, let's go!" Vega chews up the rest of his licorice hurriedly and wipes his now-sticky palm on the leg of his podsuit, ready to go. This is exciting!

Fletcher carefully rolls up the top of the potato chip bag to keep the contents from getting stale, sticks it back in his drawer, and closes the drawer. "Right. C'mon!"

And off he goes out the door.

And off they set!

"Stacy's not real helpful," Vega offers during the walk. Granted, this is common knowledge.

Fletcher didn't know that piece of knowledge, actually. "Really? But she woke us up and everything..." And the tone of voice -- or not-voice, really -- she'd used at his podpop had just seemed so...

He led the way to the Obs Deck.

"Yeah, but I guess she doesn't answer questions real good, sometimes? And the adults complain about her a whole lot."

Vega trusts Stacy. He doesn't know why, really. He just does. Granted, Vega also trusted the Back Draft Group, and they were very bad people.

"Do you wanna start or should it be me?"

"Huh..." After GLaDOS, Fletcher knows that "She seems nice" isn't a valid statement. But something in his gut still tells him Stacy is on their side.

"Um... I guess I could." He's not that good at speaking up, but he has to learn sometime. "Um. Stacy?"

||Yes, crewman Tringham?|| Stacy's voice rings in the boys' heads.

||What do you require?||

"Um..." No matter how long he was here, that would always be weird. He glanced to Vega, then looked back up to the ceiling. "Um! We were wondering about GLaDOS, and how she keeps kidnapping people? Is she broken?"

"She sounds broken," Vega adds. "When she talks. It's weird."

He seems perfectly relaxed and hopeful.

||No. GLaDOS is currently serving her proper function.|| Stacy replies.

As usual, she doesn't elaborate.

Maybe he should have expected that. Either way, Fletcher fidgets where he's standing and twiddles his thumbs together. "She's supposed to make people disappear...?"

||GLaDOS is currently serving her proper function|| Stacy repeats, not unkindly.

"...um, but..." He glances over to Vega, not sure how to respond to that.

Vega picks it up with a nod. He looks up at the ceiling. "Well, what's her job then? Why does she gotta take people away?"

||That information is classified.||

"Classified...?" That is just a little bit creepy. So far as he knows, everyone who's been taken has been returned intact, but still... "Um, can you at least tell us why she lies about the cake?"

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