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[notwhoiwas]

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[gamjam]

Hi! Is this Andred?

[notwhoiwas]

Yes, it is.

[Although he'll grant that he's not the only person on the Barge walking about with his face.]

[gamjam]

Awesome! My name's Gortys. I'm really excited to meet you.

[video]

[heyidiedtwice]

[Buffy gives a small wave]

So, just letting you know I've been assigned as your monthly warden. You needing anything or...? Just hit me up, and we'll work on stuff if you want, or not. Y'know, whatever works for you.

[video]

[notwhoiwas]

There's nothing I need that the Admiral would have to be asked for, if that's what you mean.

[Still, he's not objecting to the idea of conversation either, and that's something at least.]

Re: [video]

[heyidiedtwice]

Anything else?

text

[sidearmed]

Hey, this is Bucky Barnes. I'm your temp warden for April. Let me know if there's anything I can do or something you'd like to talk about.

text

[notwhoiwas]

I don't think there's anything I need? But we can talk, if you want.

[sidearmed]

I'm definitely open to chatting. Is there anything you want to be addressed that your last warden didn't get around to? Or couldn't?

[voice]

[corkscrewed]

Um, hi.

[ his voice is cautiously chipper, and very english. ]

This is Martin. It's- a pleasure?

[ look, he's still very new at this. ]

[voice]

[notwhoiwas]

That depends on who you ask.

[Admittedly, Andred doesn't sound terribly put out, nor particularly offended. Merely pointing out the possibility that not everyone might think of it that way.]

But it's... something, yes.

Voice

[missing_e]

I understand we will be...making port, soon.

Would you like to go.

Voice

[notwhoiwas]

Yes.

[The answer comes almost immediately, and it's only afterwards that it occurs to him that it might be a good idea to offer more as well.]

If it's not a problem?

[ action ]

[pickedpockets]

People. Juno is supposed to be meeting people. Meeting people is shitty and awkward and hard, but he'd promised he'd make an effort, so -

He scans the cafeteria for an empty seat, spots one across from Andred, and just seats himself abruptly there.

"Juno Steel." It's all he's getting for a greeting just now, and zero justification.

[ action ]

[notwhoiwas]

Meeting people - talking to people - is definitely hard, Andred would have to agree. Not that he hasn't tried, sort of, over the years he's been on board the Barge, but he's still not really anything he'd call good at it. (He may never be, but he's working his way towards figuring out, at least.)

"Andred."

There's a nod in return. While he's not used to people sitting across for him, this has more to do about the fact that he's frequently in the cafeteria at slightly unusual times; days like today, where he's in a 'regular' time are a rarity. Still, it hurts nothing to be polite, even if he is likely to need a moment to come up with a topic of further conversation.

[brutallyefficient]

Trips to the Cybernetics lab are common. There is the occasional need for tools they have there and other items he can't find anywhere else. Although any other passengers being there has become increasingly rare as of late. So it's with some measure of surprise that Connor greets someone new as he enters.

"Hello." He offers while heading to one of the workbenches. "How are you this afternoon?"

[notwhoiwas]

Given that - as far as he can tell - there doesn't seem to be anyone else working in the cybernetics lab, Andred has by and large taken a somewhat loose view of what the job actually entails. Which is not particularly to say that he's lazy. Far from it, for the most part. But without anyone else involved and very few people who need it (as best he can tell) it hasn't really seemed to be particularly important for anyone to be in the lab.

Needless to say then, he's just as surprised to see Connor in the lab as he seems to be to see him.

"About as well as can be expected, on the Barge. You?"

Private Text

[punched_hitler]

[Steve tries sending a direct message first, because it's easiest and fastest. But if there's no reply, he will do his best to hunt Andred down in person.]

Andred, do you still have your communicator? I wanted to ask you something.

Private Text

[notwhoiwas]

[It takes a moment before Andred answers - with the network being less of a thing over the last year, he's grown a little out of the habit of keeping it one his person at all times, though it's nearby enough that he isn't worried about losing it.]

No, I lost it.

[The sarcasm he means it with may or may not come through well over text, but either way, another message comes along shortly thereafter.]

What do you need?

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oi. Andred.

Are we seriously on a stolen ship and the Admiral is a fucking thief as well as a necromancer?

[notwhoiwas]

Yes. Though he hasn't said if anyone else was supposed to have this one? It was just... one of the ones in the shipyard.

video

[questionsonly]

I'll keep it short and sweet since we've done this dance before: need anything? And do you want to work on things?

video

[notwhoiwas]

I don't want to work on things. But it's not like I'm going to leave unless I do.

[pharadyne]

Cooee! Andred, seems I'm your warden for the month, so don't murder anyone.

[notwhoiwas]

I'm not the murdering type.