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Who: Niko Bellic | Lando Calrissian
When: After this thread.
Where: Around the ship, starting in the cargo bay.
What: Showing Lando around.
Warnings: Slimeballs in space.

Niko managed to get some boxes moved in the meantime. As he went he actually waved bye to the giant robots, whether they noticed or not. He liked his big stompy coworkers.

He was leaning against the door when Lando got there, looking at his MID idly.

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It's not too long before Lando makes his way down, having put in some brief exploration of the ship just after his initial arrival here. Probably helps when you're not new to spaceships in general, anyway.

He spots Niko leaning there as he nears the doors, approaching with a bright smile. Naturally, he's been keeping up a friendly and warm air as he makes his way through the ship and crew, always presenting himself in the best light he possibly can. Can't control what people think of you, but you can at least control what you give them to work with.

"Niko Bellic?" He extends a hand as he comes to a stop, "Lando Calrissian."

Niko tended to be a friendly guy for the most part. He was a long way from having to work for a questionable boss.

He clapped his own hand into Lando's and gave it a firm shape, and like a true prick he nodded behind him. "And that's the cargo bay. It's where we keep cargo." For all that Niko was friendly, he was also an asshole.

"Okay, so. We got the Mess Hall, Rec Room, observation, training simulator, and library. And Med Bay, if you are unlucky. Where do you want to check out?"

His smile shifts with the handshake, mellowing with amusement as the wider grin fades into a smirk. "Cargo in the cargo bay? Unconventional approach, but I can always respect innovation."

"Well, I did see a few of those already... Med Bay, observation, the mess hall..." And then he pauses, arching his brows with a slight tilt of his head, "Training simulator, huh? What does it train?"

"Yeah, it is ah room where you can go in and practice shooting or driving or whatever. Makes a fake place for you to fuck around in- I don't know if that makes sense, but I'll show you."

He motioned loosely for Lando to follow him. He'd barely spent any time in there, but he thought he could use it. Sometimes the best thing for him to do when he was tense was to drive around, just unwind that way.

Run a couple of mailboxes over.

You know. The little things.

"What job did they give you?"

He does indeed follow along, casually slipping into an easy stride as he nods, "Sounds like quite the technology. I should hardly be surprised, given that they've brought us all here in the first place."

Even if it's broken, the capabilities of something like the Ingress are impressive. To think what something like that must have cost... he may not have nearly the understanding of this galaxy's overall economy that he'd like, supply and demand are simply part of the natural order. At least, to him.

He takes a soft breath after the question, shrugging slightly, "Transporter technician. I've always been more for piloting than repairing, myself, but I suppose I'll manage well enough."

"Yeah, I do better as pilot too. My girlfriend though? She is a great mechanic. She is working on the ship's engines."

Well, she would be. But she was in cryo. Which he'd been trying not to think about. And Niko, able to fly and drive a lot of craft. But he was stuck on Cargo Bay duty.

He made quick work of getting to the lift. Though he did have to stupidly try to remember what floor the training sim room was on because he so rarely went to it.

He's perfectly patient, of course, as Niko takes whatever time is necessary to sort the floor out and get them there. Truth be told, he's more interested in what kind of connection he's been set up with here.

"A girlfriend that provides a solid diversification of skillsets?" That doesn't sound quite romantic, but there is a certain warm humor to the way he says it, punctuating it with a soft chuckle, "Sounds as if you two must make quite the pair."

"She is in stasis right now. But I will proudly say, she is not short on skill sets."

And he hoped she would come out alright.

"She's also purple and really friendly. So you know, if you see her around? She's okay to talk to about ship stuff."

"Stasis? I'm sorry to hear that. I certainly hope she's all right."

He doesn't intend to press the issue too hard, but hey, he would be remiss in his social duties to not respond appropriately there.

Of course, he has no reaction for the statement that she's purple. It's not as if that's unheard of in his experience.

Niko was still getting used to a universe where people could come in different shades that weren't generic shades of beige and brown, so it was still a surprised to him. Even having known the variety he's met so far. Though really he could say "girl with two toes and two fingers" too.

When they get off on the right floor, he heads over to the room.

"I have only been here a few times. Being in cargo bay, I don't get a lot of work anymore. So this is about the only way that I can stay in practice."

Lando follows after easily, glancing around as he does, his eyes moving over the floors, walls, even sweeping the ceiling as he takes everything in.

"Must help with the restlessness... I can't say I've ever enjoyed extended periods being stuck aboard a ship." And, given the room's multipurpose nature, he turns his gaze on Niko curiously, "So what is it that you stay in practice with?"

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