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[greennotgold]

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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[greennotgold]

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

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"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!

[greennotgold]

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.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

And off they set!

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

[greennotgold]

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.

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[greennotgold]

"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?"

[cityship]

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

||What do you require?||

[greennotgold]

"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?"

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

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

He seems perfectly relaxed and hopeful.

[cityship]

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

As usual, she doesn't elaborate.

[greennotgold]

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...?"

[cityship]

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

[greennotgold]

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

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

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?"

[cityship]

||That information is classified.||

[greennotgold]

"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?"

[cityship]

Stacy pauses for a moment, probably running through some data.

||I'm sorry. I have no information regarding the "cake".||

[greennotgold]

"...oh."

Well. This was useless. Fletcher frowns and looks over to Vega again. "Um... sorry for wasting your time... Both of you I mean."

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"Classified?" Vega scowls. "Well that's dumb. Why's it classified?"

To Fletcher, he says, "What? No, she's the one wasting time here by not telling us stuff."

"Why can't you tell us, Stacy?"

[cityship]

||Crewman Tringham and crewman Obscura lack the proper clearance to this data|| Stacy reports.

||It is not necessary for you to know. GLaDOS' work is beneficial to the crew.||

Hers is the tone of a mother edging on "because that's the way things are", still kind but firm.

[greennotgold]

It might be to Fletcher's benefit that his mother died when he was four and his father left not long after that. Stacy's tone right now is not one that he has any real experience hearing; otherwise, he might just automatically hang his head and slump off.

"Um... who does have the proper clearance?" he asks. If anyone on the command staff does, maybe they can go ask for their help...

[cityship]

||No remaining members of the crew have required clearance.||

The last of the Daligig crew who did are long gone.

[greennotgold]

"Is, is there any way anyone can get clearance?" He frowns a little. At least it's not a matter of them not being taken seriously because of their ages, but it's still frustrating.

[cityship]

||Crew members will be given clearance if it becomes necessary.||