trans_9 | Stacy is a weird place... [Open]

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Stacy is a weird place... [Open]

The past few days have been a whirlwind for Cagalli. Her home, gone, her people, gone... a mysterious ship beyond her comprehension her only salvation. Others too, including many of her friends by some stroke of impossible luck (or was it?).

Having her brother, her best friend, and others she knew here for her kept her together long enough to get her bearings. She had to figure out what this place was like and how things worked, and then find a way to be as useful as she could be. Awe at what was happening and what this place was could only occupy her for so long - she needed to find a job to do before she started thinking too much again.

So far: The food sucked, the living quarters were boring, the hangar and hydroponics were awesome... and she still hadn't checked out anywhere near the whole ship. How anyone made an organic ship, and how they made it this big... she'd probably never know.

Deciding to try something new, she looked at the 'comm ring.' She'd heard the explanation, but had yet to try it out, as busy as she was. First, she sent it a general thought - 'Everyone'. Would that work? On top of that she thought of everyone she'd run into so far, the people she knew as well as the Koopa King and Allenby, hoping that it would prioritize the 'everyone' and then if that didn't work...

She was confusing herself. Time to think at it some more! "Hello? Am I using this right? Can anyone hear me? This is Cagalli Yula Atha, Chief Representative of Orb," she introduced herself. It felt appropriate for a message of this scale.

[OOC: Cagalli's testing out the comm rings from whatever random hallway she happened to get the idea in, though she'll be moving into and through the city as she talks because standing around in a hallway the whole time is boring. Feel free to run into her instead of ringing her!]

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"I have not met such a person, no," Lupin said evenly, at the same time he wondered what a 'koopa king bowser' was.

"I don't even know if he qualifies as a person. He's like... some kind of... dragon turtle thing." She gestured awkwardly, trying to illustrate it and... pretty much failing. "He said he's a kind but it's hard to believe someone that arrogant."

Lupin attempted to absorb this, and by dint of having had all disbelief shattered in him today, succeeded. "And someone like this is becoming your friend?"

Cagalli sighed. "I don't know. He... might qualify? I mean he seems pretty harmless, like... he talks a big game about being this big mean bully but doesn't mean it."

"His image does not match his reality," he said, thoughtfully. "I have known people like that. They had tremendously good hearts..." But here Lupin sounded somewhat hesitant.

"I dunno if I'd go that far... but he's not bad either," she agreed. Bowser didn't seem especially good either, just egotistical more than evil.

"If he is worth having as a friend, then take him as one," Lupin said as if he'd come to some sudden decision.

Cagalli decided that that was good advice. "I suppose so. There's no harm in it, as far as I can tell, and someone needs to help him cooperate."

"Then it seems you have already found a use for skills in politics!" Lupin said with a smile.

That actually caught Cagalli off guard for a moment. She considered the situation and Lupin's words. "Guess I'm a little better at it than I thought, huh?" Politics on a smaller level seemed acceptable compared to what she normally dealt with.

"And I would be lying if I said that surprised me." Ah, he missed teaching, and bringing the best he could out of his students.

It didn't take too terribly much to improve Cagalli's mood for a short while, though keeping it up in the long run was another story. "Thank you, then."

If nothing else, Cagalli had at least befriended a person who felt that seeing to her long-term good humor was a worthwhile task aboard this ship. "It was my pleasure to be of what little help I could."

She'll need to find a few more, at least. At least those she knew beforehand counted, and probably that Allenby girl as well. "You've already been plenty of help. I'll have to talk to you about these things again..."

Cagalli stopped, frowning. "Where were we going?"

"My office, such as it is, is always open," he said, amicably. "And you were going to show me this suit you pilot." He had not forgotten, somehow, through all of this.

"...right! The hangars. Um, we're... we're almost there, actually," she said with a nervous laugh. "I got so caught up in our conversation that I totally lost track of things."

"It wasn't time wasted," he said philosophically. "But why are they called 'hangars'? Are these suits actually hanging there?"

Cagalli thought about that for a moment, heading in a beeline for said hangars now. "It's... probably taken from another unrelated word, given that they don't hang at all."

"Ah, they are folded then?" It may be clear that Lupin does not have entirely the correct impression of these suits.

She shakes her head as they reach it. "They aren't... really suits, like clothing. It wasn't the official term at the start of development, even, but it stuck for whatever reason."

He began to make a comment, but it vanished completely from his mind at the sight of the Hangar proper, and all the vehicles within it. The space, alone, was practically beyond his conception -- but the devices! Vehicles the size of dragons, of ships, of buildings --

No, he had no words. All he could do was stand there, slack-jawed, and stare.

Now it was Cagalli's cue to grin. Obviously, he hadn't seen anything even close to what some people here possessed - mobile suits and X-Wings and myriad other little ships and combat vehicles.

She pointed at the mobile suits, twenty-meters tall and humanoid, many with a samurai-esque face plate. "Those are mobile suits."

No. He most certainly had not.

"What -- what arethey?"

"Humanoid, mechanical weapons," Cagalli stated matter-of-factly. "You get inside of the chest, and it's controlled by a bunch of levers, pedals, and buttons."

He tried to find some sort of words that could possibly express his sentiments, and failed. It took him a minute or so before he could come up with a coherent question.

"And these are purely...devices, yes? No magic involved?"

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