[Interim Two] Reprise

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"You wish it was that simple to use this technology. Not everyone's compatible, much less in the way that HE is. And guess what? There isn't a missing link that these data sets contain, you're not using the current copy, so you have to try and figure that out yourself, because I don't have access to my current copy." Romulus laid back and threw the book onto the floor, tinkering with the Veteran before practically letting his hat droop across his face. His demeanor was one of frustrated distress. Apparently even though you practically wrote the book on dealing with this tech, you would be absolutely mistaken if anyone gave you credit for it.

He decided to go ahead and lead Marie on a little. Maybe when she'd get the scope of things she'd realize what she was missing. "The one you're looking for goes under the name of nightmare. I'd give you the details but surprisingly you haven't really been so... Magically inclined to say the absolute least. Check the emission frequencies between the two keys and you'll get an exact idea of what we're dealing with. If you really want to see what scares me so much, how about you take a look at the growth on his arm and tell me exactly how fast it's growing without a regulator. One item you specifically tore apart."
 
Aradia was unable to prevent herself from squeaking like a toy when the burly merc hugged her tiny self. she had to shiver a bit in order to regain some form of composure, and by then the other redhead, the child, was asking her about something. Oh, right.

"Well, aside from flying the ship and keeping wounds together, I'm pretty well-versed in elemental magic, as a subject. There's the normal things, like fire and water and air, but it covers less-known elements, such as metal and arcana. Good if I'm prepared, but I don't actually have the stamina to cast things on my own. Not without drawbacks, that is... Ahem." She cleared her throat, and took a moment to observe the tempered conversation between Marie and Romulus. She resumed, Teaching, though? I can help a little bit, but it'll probably take some time. I went to college for nearly a decade to learn what I have so far, and then some more after that. Even if half of it was in books." Who uses books anymore, anyways? Headmaster Severus should get with the times... "Why do you ask?" Aradia questioned Rhea.
 
ISS Downrider
Commons Area


As the Captain disappeared into the galley, the resident Overseer scanned the commons room. They were taking note of every new and old face alike with an equally indifferent gaze this morning. OSC-01 was never the outwardly emotional type, it wasn't her nature. However, the events of the past night and delusional awakening had left the Oakland model in an easily poor mood.

So, the robot marched forward with an even, cold stride. They passed the new hire without introduction, leaving it to them to yaw in wonder should they so choose. OSC-01 unfolded their wing, resting the metal codex on the central table directly in front of Aradia with a thump. Granted, the codex wasn't a real book either.

The Overseer didn't take a seat, she had learned the lesson of feeble furniture the hard way. She instead took an even kneel at the head of the table- avoiding any kind of alignment or gesture to any member of the crew. She didn't want them getting any wrong ideas. OSC-01 passed her time by unfurling a bundle of cables and cobbled-together devices, which remembered wire-laden headbands of some sort. It would appear that between what little material she brought and the scraps from engineering, she had rigged some kind of hybrid wireless network centered around the codex.



The captain soon returned from the galley with an apt plate of magically fabricated breakfast, complete with at least one slice of bacon. Dahlia found her seat at the edge of one of the couches, digging in without a grace or moment to spare. A couple of bites into her meal, and the captain was already far more awake. Dahlia eyed the Overseer and their surrounding pile of cables and devices. "So... Whatcha got there?"

The Overseer replied flatly, holding up the tool in their fingers without looking at the captain. "A screwdriver."

She wasn't wrong. Underneath one of those folding plates around their wingtips was a concealed set of magnetic screwdriver bits. How handy.
 
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Common Area- Couch status: Rhea's

Rhea nodded along as Aradia talked, before speaking up herself at answering aradia's questioning... Though, she couldn't help but pass her gaze over the overseer's... antics, as well as briefly observing the talk between two people that almost certainly secretly wished to murder each other and steal the opponent's research. Crazies, all of them! She could hardly believe that the captain let them stay around when they were so at eachother's throat... then again, she couldn't quite recall if she ever had the chance to inform the captain that all the people that use the drivers seem to be lunatics in some fashion. Not as bad as juryrig, though...

"Oh, uh, right, why? Well... I mean, you've, seen what I can do a bit, right? I was figuring that learning magic may.... help, somehow." She trailed off in the midst of her response as her attention was once again grabbed by the overseer explaining that she had a screwdriver... No, ignore it. Maybe the overseer just isn't feeling up for it today and needs a hug. Yeah, get on that later.

"... Uh, Yeah. Right now I can, kind of almost manage to control my power just a few feet out from myself but... It fades away really fast when it leaves that range so... Well, I'm just, trying to finally learn more about my power since uhh... Well, i have the chance to." No need to spout any sob stories about how everyone always looked at her funny, or that she had to spend more time nicking wallets than practicing to get any semblence of food and shelter...

The whole while, she sat on the couch with her feet under her, as if trying to protect them, still feeling the effects of the frigid ground, awkwardly fidgeting as she was once again, within the space of a day, asking someone else for help on something she wasn't fully sure they could actually help with. Soon, at the end, she felt that unbearable, uncontrollable urge to yawn- stretching her maw as if she were preparing to eat a creature whole much in the way a snake would. Even thinking this reminded her how hungry she was, oh joy.
 
ISS Downrider
Galley
5 Minutes Ago


"Hmph, completely ignored... Well then! If they don't mind me," Juryrig says, cracking his knuckles, "then I suppose this is just begging for me to cause a bit of mayhem on this lovely ship!"

"Jury, please don't-"

"Too late, BROTHER!" Juryrig already has a apron on, with handfuls of alchemical blueprints on hand, looking at the innocent oven before him, and letting a mad cackle escape his maw as he talked to himself!

He shoves all the paper inside the oven, and proceeds to grab random raw ingredients by the fistful; everything from spices to breads, while cranking up the temperature of the oven to the highest possible number! With a solid SLAM and a push of a button, the alchemical reaction began to take place within the appliance.

The oven shuddered and made very unsettling noises, like a whole sun was crammed inside of it and it's underwater at the same time. Ethereal essence and flakes of hardened magic hissed out of every crack in the oven's frame, cracks grew on the hardened, heat resistant glass as the oven struggled to keep everything contained!

The oven door opened due to the pressure desiring release, prompting Juryrig to dodge the geyser of pure magical force that went all the way to the other side of the galley. "WOOOAH there! You see this, brother? This is how you make a sandwich!"

"No, this is not how you make a sandwich!"

"No, you're right, this is how I make sandwiches; my mistake!" The reaction dies out. and inside... is a foot long club sandwich, with lettuce, a hint of horseradish, salami, ham, yellow cheese, nacho-flavored crackers, ranch, pickles, and olives. All wrapped up in a paper towel, the meal toasted up and ready for consumption by the chaotic alchemist.

Common Area
Present Time

Juryrig pops up from behind Rhea's couch, jumps over it, and sits down right next to the child with the most interesting of foot-long subs in his hand. He takes a bite of it, and looks about the room.

"Trust me kid, that'll come with all the many grand changes that come with the greatest adventure of them all: puberty. School exists as a alternative, though, if you don't have the guts to explore your sexual inclinations."
 
ISS Downrider
Commons Area

"Aye aye, cap'n," was the informant's sole response to Dahlia as she walked past. He continued on his way through Commons, leaning against the wall beside the metal side door and pulling out his notebook to rifle through some pages. He put pen on paper to write down the newcomer's name, 'Nivara Sentora', on a fresh page, yet not paying particular attention to his handwriting as to discreetly observe Nivara from the corner of his eye.

Almost everyone around these parts had some dirt on them—as to be expected from a crime-ridden capital. It was entirely possible to outrun the law for the entirety of one's life, but the underworld has eyes and ears everywhere, as Keith came to learn from experience during the start of his life as a runaway. A few snippets of conversation here and there, some paid bills for suspicious items, deviations from one's observed routine... and soon enough, you'd have a full profile. Besides, the Vigali owed him some favors.

The informant closed his notebook with an audible 'thump', drawing up his hood and desert scarf to conceal his face before venturing outside into the city. One foot already between the door frame and the outside ramp, he looked back at the crew mingling about the Commons Area, waving to catch their attention and speaking up. "Anyone need anything... specific?"
 
"Interesting," was the white-haired girl's only response as she took her notebook and walked away.

Certain concerns have now been established. Although, Romulus's solution is a flawed one...one could hope there is a better solution. Containment, and refinement, rather than dissipation...Romulus's dissipators cut into the potential of the system by too far. This was awful, the worst-case scenario. She needed to create a temporary fix, and work on a more permanent solution later.

That being said, doing so would work against her. Reman would simply remove it.

Correct assumption. Gathering data is of a higher priority.

"Actually, yes, I do have something very specific. Do you have any material on human transmutation?" Marie asked, as she began to scroll through Reman's diagnostic logs. There was a strange signal mixed in...it seemed like interference, of a highly constructive sort. She expressed the two on polar charts.

The signals almost perfectly meshed together. Interesting. It was a slightly odd thought, but...what if there were more like it?
 
ISS Downrider
Common Zone


The overextended magician had twitched in a slow reaction to the solid impact of Osco's codex... Thing upon the table. She took a moment. Then she turned back to Rhea, getting the.... less pragmatic person's questions answered.

"I don't know how much of a help I'll be, but I can certainly at least teach you a bit on how to regulate your power. Hopefully to not... Crystallize yourself, at the least. Not now, though. I'm tired, and hungry, and this sort of thing works better on a scheduled lesson anyways." She sounds like a sorceress... Odd to not have developed her power at all, even if she is as young as she looks.

Now for the elephant in the room. The slightly-busted, electronic, sassy elephant with a clunky electronic book.

"Er... Hi there, Overseer. What do you need help with?" It was pretty obvious that Osco had an actual reason to take her codex out and bring it over here, in front of Aradia. Even if she was a bit eccentric, the 'bot had enough practical thinking to work in the cargo-workshop (as Aradia had come to call it) if she wanted to do something on her own. It had the most tools, and there was no way to avoid Juryrig, so it would be the best place for mechanical work.
 
The newcomer turned to face the approaching man, head tilting to the side a bit as she looked him up and down. She was quite a tall woman, looking to stand at a good six feet tall. She stuck her hand out to accept the shake, grabbing his hand firmly. He, too, could likely feel the firm, but stiff grip of a cybernetic hand beneath the worn combat glove.

"Name's Nivara. Your new medical professional. Mind helping me with one of these cases?"

She gestured at the two bulky black suitcases she'd carried on board.
 
IISS Downrider
Commons Area- Crowded couch

"Food!" She called out to kieth as he asked if anyone needed anything, though she didn't really expect to get it.

Soon though, she jumped in suprise as the alchemist appeared next to her in an inexplicable fashion- with a footlong sub. No, no she would not ask the alchemist to share his food, she desired life. What was even more shocking than the alchemist's sudden appearence- or what he was eating- was what he said. She leaned back a little. And then a little more. Boy this topic did not sound like one she wanted to engage with, or think about in any way.

"E-err.. uh... school... yeah. I'll... take lessons with... yeah..." She looked to Aradia, as if wishing for help. Juryrig wasn't... entirely wrong surely- as she'd almost certainly get stronger as she grew older but... all the rest was uhh...

All she could do was sport her awkward, somewhat uncomftorable expression, and try to look away from... everyone. Wow, was that massively embarrassing, and just a bit unnerving.
 
Oliver had, for the most part, ignored juryrig. Until the over died.

Moving out into the open room where everyone seemed to be convening he looked around and then realised, he had not a clue what was even going on, though for his job he didn't really need to either and the less questions the better. The conjurer saw the fiery-haired creature who'd tried sneaking into the kitchen earlier sitting on a couch yelling about food, what a weak joke. The tall man strode over to her and looked down at her. "Do you care where it comes from?" He asked bluntly, hands in pockets with a blank expression. "The food that is, not, whatever crap he's spouting."
 
Commons Area

The Overseer turned their attention away from the mess of cables and bands, instead tossing them to the pilot. "You've seemed like the capable type, Arcadia- Araida. Give those out to whoever fits."

The mess of cables now in Aradias hands on closer inspection appeared to be a whole bunch of wide rubber bands, affixed to with were small white devices that were about the size of a lighter. Each devices was adorned with a bright blue sun upon them- clearly not the crews work. The devices output appeared to be a set of coiled wires, leading into various metal pads punched into the bands. Headbands. A single earbud dropped by a cable from the end of the white devices.

Dahlia looked the devices over, but was caught by Keith's question over all the noise. The captain set the plate on their lap, leaning across the couch arm to talk to the informant. "You may want to hold off for now, but it's up to you. We can always send them a message."

OSC-01 themselves focused on the codex, unfolding the usually locked metal book and addressing the holorgraphic interface inside. Green images and text slide across the matte surface of the faux book's backing, issuing several commands. Before the book was closed once more, the entire surface of the pages shone with a pure white light. The Overseer straightened, eyeing Rhea as she squabbled about the common. "Once my due is paid, I have a matter to discuss with you both, tonight." OSC-01's eyes cut over to Dahlia as they finished.

Dahlia smiled, leaning back in her chair slightly. "Good, so you're ready for a history lesson?"

The Overseer replied sternly. "Almost, once the circus comes to a rest. One hour."
With that, the robot placed themselves against the wall opposite of the seating arrangement, folding their wings once more. While their posture was even, their bowed head gave an almost deactivated appearance. Dahlia nodded, but kept an eye on the Overseer in case they decided to do anything.... shifty.



Approximately How Long It Takes To Herd Cats

About an hour had passed since the Overseer went inactive- plenty of time for the remaining crew to settle in and find some form of nutrition from the galley. Indeed, the robot had barely shifted since then, only occasionally caught looking at a wayward crew member.

An hour on the dot from their last words, the lights in the commons area went out. The now full captain rose in their seat, looking around only to find one of the trio of Pixy Units hanging off the end of the light switch down the hall. Of course.

Then came the voice of the ever-present AI rang out, but not from their shell. Rather, the voice eminated from various Pixy units hanging around the room- as well as the now open codex at the center.

"Hear ye, hear ye."

"I'm never repeating that."

From the center of the codex burst a flash of white light, forming from a rough shape into a disembodied reincarnation of OSC-01 above the coffee table- albiet one with all four primary feathers present and accounted for. The flowing visage turned to address the room while raising a wing in a superficial manor, as if on a stage.

"The captain and crew of this vessel as of the passing night have held up their end of a deal- and so it is fit and honorable that I hold up mine."

The hologram raised, pointing a wing in the direction of Captain Morgan herself. "The captain has requested on behalf of the crew to bestow you with knowledge pertaining to the downfall of the Grand Republic of Avisten," they paused. "Or as you have learned it, Arcadia."

"The pilot, Aradia, should have administered- or should be doing so- headsets for the lot of you. Consider them gifts from me to you all, to serve as translators and... learning assistants. Your choice to wear them is yours alone, but without them you shan't learn anything."


The Overseers ghostly visage rested with their wings folded in front of them, allowing the crew time to choose their fate. "I hope you realize the value of this opportunity. If not for the events you're about to witness, attaining this knowledge would have you reapt in your sleep."
 
ISS Downrider
Commons Area

Magic was not one of Keith's talents. However, as a rather successful informant, it would be surprising if he did not have at least one document on the general aspect of it. "It might not be exactly what you're after, but there should be some academic textbooks in the Archive about medicine and magic." He opened his notebook to sketch in something, closing it just as quickly. "I'll take a further look around, but no promises," he said, looking over at Rhea with a smile, then to Dahlia with a nod. "I'll be back within the hour."

About 50 minutes later...

The informant walked back inside the Downrider carrying a mountain of papers thicker than his own forearms with apparent ease, holding them all with only a single arm wrapped around the bottom while his other hand hauled a small bag of assorted sweets, which he tossed to Rhea's general direction. Keith then slammed the thick stack of documents in the table nearest to Marie, calling her over. "Here's your research papers.”

Up front, she could notice there was no author name—in fact, there wasn’t an introduction page at all. The documents began already going in-depth about human anatomy and detailing the numerous mutation effects brought about by transmutation magic, before proceeding onto hypotheses, experiment logs, and observations for the remaining hundred or so pages. Overall, this was some PhD-level work. The informant grimaced. “Pictures included, too... According to my contact, these are torture records. There’s useful info here, if you can stomach reading it.”
 
ISS Downrider
The Hungry Pilot's Couch

"Yeah yeah, relax Osco, everyone's got one." Even if I had to show some of them how these things were supposed to be used...

The starvessel's not-really-immortal pilot, with her unusually spooky name for this context, had settled herself quite comfortably on the couch she'd claimed, augmenting herself with a blanket. She forced herself to sit up straight-ish, to at least not fall asleep yet - though there were plenty of incentives to do so, including general exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and a full belly. She'll be fine, probably.
 
Commons- Couch. One 'how long it takes to heard cats' earlier.

Rhea stared up at the cook, and then looked over at juryrig's sandwich pointedly. "... as long as he didn't make it." She said, before holding out her hand expectantly. She also nodded to the very hungry pilot, cementing that yes, she would infact bother her later for some lessons of... some description. Rhea just hoped they'd be helpful.

Commons- Same couch, some time later...

Rhea decided maybe, today wasn't so bad. She got a bag of candy, isn't hungry, and almost isn't cold. The best part was she would get to use the snacks to occupy herself while she got to watch a... movie. It was kind of a movie, even if the overseer said it was more of a documentary, kind of? she couldn't really resist the oppurtunity presented to her, and, as far as she was concerned, the first one to put on one of the headsets. She would ignore dissenters saying otherwise. She popped another sweet into her mouth. She would briefly stop though, squinting at the overseer, wondering what she was going to say to her and the captain. Either way, it seemed like it would be a good time for her to tell them that the people using the keys are definitely crazy and just better at hiding it than juryrig.

So, of course, she mumbled thanks to the offerers of food, snacks, and headsets... but squinted again as she wondered just what the overseer meant by reapt in their sleep had they not been about to witness... something. "I'll just... wait and see what happens." As she fiddled with the headset, making sure it was firmly in place. She wasn't sure how she'd know she had it on right though...
 
Commons Area
Reman absentmindedly sat in the area, contemplating the growth on his driver-arm. After being handed the headset, he was a little more confident in the fact that when he was done, maybe he'd finally have the chance to inform someone with power exactly what went on in that lab... He'd live up to his promise. "Alright. I'm going to give this a shot, overseer. Remember what I told you about after we're done, and I'll follow every step."

He put on the headset and closed his eyes. It was better then trusting Romulus to keep his word anyway.
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Romulus wasn't exactly sure what to make of the headset. Maybe it'd allow Romulus to gain some insight on what the overseer knew. After all, she seemed to know what the material inside the keys was, how to use it, and its full impact. Maybe there's a factor he missed. He silently put on the headset and waited for its effects.

The time at the institute taught him to never let a factor go unchecked. That's what got him into this mess in the first place.
 
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Commons Area Couch of the Hungriest of Pilots

If there was an additional incentive for the magic woman to remain awake, it would probably be the openly insane mad lad himself, his feet kicked up in the air, thighs against the headrest of the couch and head hanging off the front of the cushioned furniture piece, wearing the headphones Aradia had passed out that he blatantly hijacked with some newfangled jerryrigged handheld device, obviously playing music given how his head is bobbing to some beat.

"No idea what this song is even saying, but the beat- It's SUUUUUUPER! Great quality, Osco, but these seriously need better protection." Juryrig takes a potato chip, and eats it. Not just a potato chip, a single potato chip out of a batch of potato chips he baked out of aluminum via alchemy. Why? Because Juryrig wants to taste what a root would be like if made from a nonferrous metal, and he really doesn't care about what anybody thinks is impossible.

Although, for the occasion that Osco decides to finally get this presentation running, the alchemist has his finger on the off button, and is ready to press it so he can tune to the meeting that will begin shortly.
 
Commons Area

The Overseer waited to the limit of their patience as the crew fiddled with and eventually donned the devices. They slowly raised a wing, the projected robes of the hologram lagging behind as they spoke once more.

"These devices are capable of soundly transmitting neural and psychological cues in the form of discreet communication bands when bounded to an applicable server- an act which is aided by calmed focus."

Dahlia nodded, scratching her chin at that last part as a gentle vibration whirred from the attached device. Aided. The Overseer continued, circling the room like a ghost as they continued to raise their arm. The visage of feathers faded and distorted as they clipped against the ceiling of the commons area. "So just lean your head back, breathe out, and focus on the gentle buzz against your temples."

After a few moments, most of the crew had relaxed. The Overseer gave a final word. "But induced calmness works just as well."

The projection dropped their wing with a snap as a simultaneous jolt was sent across every headband; a firm but polite gesture that rendered nearly all of the crew mildly incapacitated. Those who neglected to take a seat found themselves on the floor, in a sleepish trance.


And so, the visage disappeared.


? ? ?

Dahlia was stirred from her sleep at the strange sensation of water gently lapping against her face. When she opened her eyes, nothing but white light flooded her vision. The captain flailed into alertness, becoming a coiling ball of muscle as she tried to right herself. She pressed herself off the floor, emerging from the pool of water with no usual sense of dampness. It was if it never existed outside of the force of gentle waves.

The captain breathed, daring to open her eyes once more. There was nothing but blank white space surrounding her. The sensation of floor and water was there, but the only visible item in the entire space was... herself. The captain received a second shock upon looking at her hand. The entirely of her body, clothing and all, had been reduced to three colors- black, white, and blue. Not a shade in between.

Dahlia breathed harder, calling out into the blank void with a muted yell. After a moment, another figure emerged from deep below. The blurred black figure rose from the depths below, surfacing at the edge of the plane Dahlia stood on. Dahlia rushed over to investigate, slipping back into the shallow pool. The figure appeared to be.... Reman- from the sparsely colored depiction. Soon after, more figures started emerging, one right after the other around the area. Keith, Marie, Romulus, and many more. The standout was Nivara, whose appearance was rendered rather poorly compared to the other crew.

Dahlia noticed the feeling of water slipping away, being replaced by the gentle patter of grass being blown around by the wind, The captain stood up, looking around as the other crew members came to their own confused bearings. A voice spoke up from above the group.


"I see you've made it through the hard part."


Dahlia turned around, looking up to find the ghostly Overseer looming above the disgruntled group. Their appearance was.. different- however. Similarly rendered, their visage was inverted to be majorly dark. They were adorned in a black dress that fell to their knees along with a matching jacket, unlike anything they had brought with them in.

Unlike the holograph in the commons room, OSC-01's appearance and movement was definitely sharp and accurate. Their eyes were far more expressive than usual, though the expression wasn't all that flattering. They peered at the group through thin green slits.

Dahlia glanced at the others as they started to rise. This time, her voice rang out loud and clear. "What is this, Osco?"


The Overseer raised her head, remaining floating above the group as they rested in midair. "You're in my domain now, Miss Morgan- by invitation. If you're here, it means I've seen you're not a bumbling moron."


The crew looked around. There was notably a complete lack of Juryrig in the vicinity.

Before the captain could speak once more, the Overseer moved closer- hanging over the group with their head dropped sharp. "Don't give me any reason to recant that decision," she said as her solid green eyes bounced around the group, "and my library is open."

The Overseer pulled away. "Have we reached an understanding?"
 
Commons Area Back In Time

Prior to being herded away from his new friend Nivara, he was getting to know the new crew mate. She seemed well kept and even cracked a few jokes from time to time. Was nice to be around something now always serious. The missions they have been on so far have been serious enough so this was a nice change of pace. It also helped that at one point they had a scar comparing match. He thought he had won showing off his chest scar till she pointed out her missing arm. Well played madam, well played.

Commons Area we are not in Kansas Anymore

It took Miko a moment to get his thoughts together and understand he had just been sucked into another something. He always knew Overseer was bad news and this confirmed that thought by ten fold. "As long as there are picture books in this library you will get no complaint from me." He said directed towards the Overseer. "Just remind me when I am in need of a trip, to give you a call." He said with a chuckle.
 
Commons Area

Juryrig had clicked his device, right when Overseer started talking, as at the end of the day, he still wanted to be caught up to speed. Yet, he was the only one with this headset whom hadn't just fallen asleep...

With everyone seemingly unconcious, the Tom that lied within subconciously hijacked their mouth, so these thoughts can become words directed at the co-pilot personality. "Jury? What happened to everyone?"

"Easy. Everyone but us has been induced into a comatose state, being brief on sensitive intel..." Juryrig scowled at the room's inhabitants of the room in general.

"... So they're fine?"

"Yeah, don't be stupid, bro. She trusts them. Not us, though."

"Right... Any idea what you did to her in particular?"

"Nope! She must hate my guts, and thinks she can just boss us around by excluding us."

"Jury, I really think we should just ask-"

"No, bro! No. This has happened twice. Clearly, Miss Blueberry and Needlenose are in cahoots, keeping us on a tight leash, may even intend to kill us at this point. You might've fucked us over, by just taking over and being nice while I am trying to establish my superiority. But don't fear, because if they didn't get the hint then... They'll get the hint now."

"I really don't think this is a good idea-"

"Bro, I'm sorry, but your ideas really suck," Juryrig says, standing up and proceeding to Engineering, despite Tom's own opinions. "It's not like they can trust us if they said 'please'. If They did it once, I'd call them stupid. They do it twice, I'll call them really stupid. IF they did it three times, then maybe I need some retrospect on my philosophy. Maybe. It's a big maybe."

"Now then..."
As Jury just decides to leave the headphones on, just to play some music, he takes out a piece of chalk. "Time to prepare a boss room."
 
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