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Meet N' Greet

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.

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"So, basically, a living spaceship named Stacy, and believe me that's been the weirdest bit of everything so far, having a spaceship named Stacy talking in my head, has been abducting random people for some unknown reason." Wyn says, rambling slightly in irritation. "Joy!"

Kelly shrugs. "There isn't much that can be done with the situation right now, is there? The more we learn about the ship and the crew, the better our chances are of getting away intact."

"There's nothing to build with, that's for certain." Wyn says slowly. That was irritating; Wyn tended to start building things when she was nervous or worried, and she was certainly both right now. Ordinarily, she'd just start dismantling things nearby... and if she was in a proper spaceship, that would work. Sadly, Wyn doesn't do biological, and so most of Stacy is useless for her not-really-much-of-a-plan.

"I don't think Stacy likes questions about herself." she continues, smiling slightly. "'Information classified' was about all I got."

"It would seem so. I doubt it would be in the ship's best interests to provide us with means to escape and/or wound it." Kelly tends to range more toward exploding things, shooting things, beating people up. But none of those seem viable right now either.

"I haven't had any direct contact with the ship itself as of yet." Her smiles is met by a tight one from Kelly. It doesn't look like it's an expression she uses much.

"It's a bit irritating, but really I just wish the ship wasn't so squishy. It'd be less creepy." 'Creepy' is really the only word she's got to describe the ship. 'Creepy' and 'unnatural'. (And maybe 'going to eat my face'.)

"Oh, you don't want direct contact, trust me." Wyn says quickly, shaking her head. "... well, I dunno. What's your opinion on voices in your head?"

"I suppose. But then, considering it is supposed to be alive, it isn't all that strange." See? Kelly adapts to pretty much anything.

She shrugs. "I heard a friend of mine had one. He didn't seem to mind it. I'm sure I could adjust."

This is Wyn admiring Kelly's ability to adapt to things. "We are on a spaceship that's alive that's somehow generating artificial gravity and an atmosphere and everything, and that's not all that strange." she says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Wow."

"... no, voices in your head aren't creepy at all. Especially when they're telling you that the psychological tests are inconclusive and that you might or might not be insane." Wyn says, sarcasm creeping into her voice. She's not usually this rude-- panic and edginess doesn't exactly bring out the best in people-- and the sanity thing is worrying to a not-quite-mad-yet mad scientist.

Well hey, a soldier's life is just like that. "Where I come from these things are a part of everyday life. I pretty much grew up on ships like this. Except they weren't organic or sentient."

Kelly just shrugs. She doesn't see any reason to lose her temper, not yet anyway. "A voice in your head depends on the context I suppose. If you aren't suffering from a mental illness, it wouldn't be too big an issue I'd guess." Truth be told, the SPARTAN is just as on edge, if not more so. Not having a gun, not being in control of the situation unsettles her. But she's making the best of it.

Wyn blinks, jaw dropping slightly. "Where is this a part of everyday life?" She really does want to know, even if it's only so she can never, ever go there.

"Yeah, the mental illness thing is a definite possibility. I... well, I think I'd realize if I've gone insane and I'm fairly sure I'm not-- but if you see any doomsday devices lying around, tell me." Wyn says, very seriously.

"Earth. Where else?" A pause. "Or around the colonies anyway. Where have you been hiding all these years?"

"I'll be sure to make a note of that." Doomsday devices, seriously. The only thought running through Kelly's head right now is what kind of freak boat she landed herself on.

"... wait, since when do India and the West Indies have space programs?" Wyn asks, seriously confused at this point. Those were the only colonies she knew about, since the British Empire hasn't exactly collapsed at this point in Wyn's universe.

"Space colonies... whole planets colonized to support the human race." A pause. "You don't know about these?"

"Um, should I?" Wyn blinks. "At this point, unless the government is much more competent at keeping secrets than I think they are, the closest thing to a colony in space we've got is the International Space Station." Which isn't very colony-like at all, it must be said.

A pause. "What year is it?"

"I'm from 2009." Blink blink.

"... this means you're from the future, doesn't it?" she says slowly, realization dawning.

"2552." She says with a sigh. "I didn't think it was possible. But I suppose it helps make more sense of things."

"Oh, cool, you are from the future!" Wyn says, bouncing a little in her seat.

"What, time travel?" Wyn asks, cheering up considerably. Finally, something she knows about. "It's possible, but... well, it's kind of illegal." Magic makes lots of things possible, but just because something's possible doesn't make it a good idea.

"I suppose. That seems like an oversimplification though." Kelly raises a brow at the woman.

"Yes." A pause. "Illegal? As far as I was aware time travel was not even feasable. Let alone of enough import to warrant a legal ststus." This makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to Kelly.

"Probably." Wyn says breezily, completely ignoring the eyebrow-raise. "My brain's still trying to process the idea of 'being on a spaceship that's alive', so right now oversimplifications are fantastic."

Wyn blinks at that. "... wait, they 'lost' all the temporal-shifting spells? That's an easy way to keep people from doing it, I suppose." she says thoughtfully. "And changing the past is really what's illegal, especially since this one mad scientist tried to go back in time and make it so that he was dictator of the world after World War II. It didn't work out so well, but the effects on the timestream and all that just made it easier to outlaw it."

That gets a tight smile from the SPARTAN, everyone has their own coping mechanisms after all. "If one isn't accustomed to such things I can understand how it would be a shock. The fact that it is an organic ship does add to the strangeness."

Kelly just has to blink in return. "Spells? As in magic? As far as I know, magic is not real where and when I come from." That gets a nod. "I can imagine that such actions would have a great effect on the timestream. One misplaced bullet could stop a person from ever having existed for example."

Though if it were up to her? She would totally go back in time and find the Covenant homeworld and blow it up.

"Yeah, space is a bit- oh, right, I'm Wyn. Nice to meet you." Wyn says belatedly, only just remembering to introduce herself.

Wyn nods. "Yeah, as in magic, which is a huge giant pain in the ass for normal people." Her tone of voice is affectionate, though, as she does kind of go to magical university and she appreciates the lack of boredom. "I'm guessing that means you're from an alternate future, then."

She offers her hand, it's only polite after all. "Kelly. Good to meet you too."

"I imagine it would be. Though I suppose it would have its practical applications as well." That gets a nod, Kelly likes learning new things. "I suppose that's how it is. Things don't sound very similar after all."

Wyn takes the offered hand. She's a five-foot-nothing, a hundred-and-nothing easily-crushed college student... please don't crush, Kelly?

"It's not that common, which cuts down on the usefulness. I go to uni with... it's got to be about 1000 sorcery students, and St. Andrews is the only university in the Empire with a sorcery school. There just aren't enough people with the aptitude for it to make a huge difference." Wyn says with a shrug, trying to explain it as best she can; this really isn't her area of expertise.

At six-eight and a hundred-and-ten kilos Kelly could easily crush the girl if she wanted to. But no, she actually finds her interesting even if she doesn't exactly like her yet. The grip is firm and the eyes that rest above the scars on her face are friendly.

That gets a nod. "A specialist school then." Kelly knows just what it's like to be trained like that. "Well, maybe not entirely viable now with the lack of personnel but it sounds like in a few years there'll be a new workforce"

"Well, no it-- actually, if you look at it that way, I guess it is a specialist school." Wyn says, one hand behind her neck. "Admittedly, it specializes in making sure that nobody accidentally explodes the timestream or calls down Cthulhu or something like that."

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