trans_9 | The Story of My Life [semi-open, before Darksoul]

Tana had ended up, during her walk around the ship, inside weapons and possessions. There was a little locker with her things in it, and she hadn't really gone through them there. She tossed them into her purse, and brought them to the obs deck for further inspection.

Yeah, it was a distraction, but at least it was a worthy one. Tana dumped the contents of the purse in her lap, nestled back on a far-flung couch where she wouldn't be in the way and rifled through her things.

Her huge, clunky cellphone didn't seem to be worse for the wear, considering she'd lost it in Alaska (not that she had a real reason to bring it there - cell service was virtually non-existent that far north). Tana pressed the power button and waited for it to load up, amused when it greeted her with tinny chime and a full battery.

"...I still have service?" She looked at the phone and frowned. That... that seemed weird. Tana looked around, shrugged and fished through her contacts until she landed on her brother's name. She hit the send button and held it to her ear, waiting. It rang once, and picked up dead air.

"Figures." Well, at least it'd make a nice paperweight.

[Technically for Superman, but if you want to bother Tana, just drop me a line. :>]

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Points for being friendly, if nervous, Jeka. Tana took her hand and shook it firmly. "It's nice to meet you, Miss Wynzorr." So, it looked like Kon's protective bubble was spreading out further than his reach. It rankled, but that wasn't Jeka's fault.

"Thank you very much, I'd be glad to." Not sleeping in that... creepy, fleshy capsule bed would be a nice change. Tana smiled to put Jeka at ease as her other hand put the phone back in the purse. "How long have you known the Kid?"

"No formalities, please," Jeka said with a bit of a smile. "Just 'Jeka', or 'Sensor' if you must." Especially since 'highness' was technically the most accurate...

"You're quite welcome. I'll show you where it is now, if you have the time." She assumed that she did, since she'd already started asking questions. "I first met him back when his hair was..." she pursed her lips and gestured along her temples. "Unfortunate. It's hard to give a definitive answer on that sort of thing when time travel is involved."

Tana laughed, "I see. I have to say, I agree with you; his hair is much, much better now." There were a lot of things better about him, but when her brain went to "helpfully" list them, Tana had to stifle the urge to knock her forehead against the wall.

She looked at the stuff around her: a small photo frame, her old tape recorder, a necklace, and decided they'd be better inspected on a later date. "Well, I didn't really have any plans except sitting here," feeling like a tool. She stuffed them all into the little bag again and stood up. "Lead the way, Jeka."

Jeka pushed off the floor with her lower body -- just an inch or so into the air, really -- and began slithering off in the direction of the crew quarters. She also tried to think of a topic of conversation other than Kon's hair, since it would be incredibly rude to mention that there had been a betting pool going about why his hair had looked like that.

"It's interesting how much people do and do not change in a thousand years," she said finally. "It was certainly never boring when he came to visit."

Tana thought back to his arrival in Hawaii, following behind Jeka with long strides to keep up. "He's never tended to go for boring, that's for sure." Especially since it seemed like more things happened to Hawaii and Hilo after he arrived.

However, Kon was currently the last person she wanted to think about. At least until he was right in front of her again. "What is it you do on the ship, Jeka? Assuming it's not hush-hush." Hello, Reporter Instincts. Nice to know you made it along for the ride.

"I'm part of the Security team," Jeka answered, looking back over her shoulder. "I'm also a member of the Magic Department, though my abilities aren't really magical. I wasn't aware that anything particularly hush-hush was going on, have you heard something about that?"

She shook her head, "Actually, I haven't heard a thing." Which raised another question, "I take it there's some kind of... paging system, to get a hold of one another?"

"You don't have an omnicomm or a comm ring?" Jeka asked, surprised. Grife, someone's falling down on the job, Kon! "All right, slight change of plans, we'll go to Engineering first and fix that."

"A what and a what?" Tana raised her eyebrows.

In Kon's defense, she stomp stomp stomped out before he could really explain that.

"Omnicomms are essentially hand-held computers," Jeka explained. "It's where we've compiled all the information we know about Stacy, the Ohm, and the Daligig. We also use the to communicate with each other. The comm rings are exactly what they sound like, the crew uses them to mentally communicate with each other all over the ship."

Never the less, she would have much preferred if if he'd mentioned that she didn't have either of the communicators. Those were fairly important to keeping her safe, after all.

She perked up at that. Sure it would probably take her a little bit to figure out all of the odds and ends, but Tana knew she was smart. Maybe not a rocket scientist, but that hadn't stopped her before. "Well, that makes it a lot easier than hoofing around looking for people." But did make it easier to not be found, she noticed.

"It also lets you access the maps we've made, and makes it clear which areas of the ship are less safe than others," Jeka said. She lowered her voice. "It also shows the areas of the ship where Stacy is still damaged and can't see us. That can be good or bad, depending on whether or not you need her help in a fight." Tana didn't strike her as the type of person who started fights, though. "Incidentally, if you hadn't heard, Stacy doesn't permit us to attack each other or do damage to her. Breaking her rules earns you Violations, and fifteen of those earns you a Punishment." Jeka shuddered. "Punishment isn't fatal, but it is essentially vivisection. Please be careful."

Tana grimaced, "Thanks for the warning." Vivisection didn't sound like anything Tana wanted to be apart of; especially considering what had happened before she woke up.

"So, play nice with the others and don't start any trouble. I think I can handle that," Tana smiled confidentially. "And find something to do."

"There are plenty of things to do that won't earn Violations," Jeka agreed as they reached Engineering. She ducked inside, and seeing that no one was currently free, went and retrieved an omnicomm and a few different sizes of rings so that Tana could have one that fit properly.

"Here you go," she said, presenting her with the omnicomm. "The identification set-up is fairly straight-forward. Do you have a preference on a finger for the ring?"

Tana looked down at her right hand, as she took the omnicomm with her left, "Ring finger, I guess, it seems like it wouldn't get in the way there." This was going to take some getting used to, and in the back of her mind, Tana couldn't help but feel a little like she was being gently moved along.

Not better time to adapt than the present, right? "So, do you have any hobbies?" Not that Tana could imagine what kind of hobbies a half-snake lady could have. Knitting? Hula? A collection of Hawaiian shirts?

It took Jeka less than a moment's thought to remember which finger was the ring finger and offered a ring that looked to be the appropriate size. "If that one doesn't fit, I have others," she says.

She shrugged in response to Tana's question. "I read a lot. Spend time on the roof of the bath house where it's warm. I'm not terribly interesting at this point in time, really."

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