june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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[meyneth]

Well, we've got the Defense Force. They're our military, but for a while they mostly just trained and kept everything in order in Colony 9...

[Until the Mechon came back. But she's not about to broach that topic and the hefty explanation that comes with it.]

What did you say your name was? Are you new, or something? [she points to the MID on his wrist.] On the Moira.

[pitythefool]

Huh? Oh. Yeah!

[How could he have forgotten about the MID that's been so lovingly shackled to his wrist? His eyes dart down to it, then back up to her as he realizes that waitasecond, she's got one too!]

I just got here a little while ago. Haven't really had too much of a chance to explore it just yet, but, er - Oh, right. Names. Ahaha...

It's Adachi. My name's Tohru Adachi. What's yours?

[meyneth]

Fiora. It's nice to meet you!

[She lifts her new stuffed animal, a gesture meant to jokingly translate the meaning of "nice".]

Are you adjusting alright? You're lucky. We're not usually docked somewhere as nice as this when new people arrive, I'm sad to say.

[pitythefool]

Oh?

[As she says that, his mind drifts back to the introductory message. To the warnings of danger. To reality. But he doesn't stay there all that long.]

I mean, all things considered, it really hasn't been all that bad so far. To be aboard a ship like that... It's like the kind of thing you read about in comic books as a kid. You don't expect stuff like that to just... happen out of nowhere, y'know?

It's a lot to take in, buuuut I think I'm getting there. Slowly.

[Amazing how genuine one can sound when you really put your mind to it.]

What about you? How long have you been a part of all this?

[meyneth]

Hmm. About four months now, I think...

[Days on the ship can really blur together. Except for a few pit stops at planets along the way, the trip to the Ingress' home planet is pretty uneventful.

Fiora is about to say more, but she's stopped by the game's owner, who's wandered over to shoo them out of their seats. Fiora winces apologetically and stands up. The gold-painted ball joints attaching her legs to her hips swivel in their sockets.]

Uh, looks like we're getting kicked out...