[ The very last room she'd stopped off in before leaving the ship … happens to be the very same galley she'd taken Puma to when they'd drank hot chocolate together. It's a fair trek from the teleport deck, but nothing gets in his way of heading over there. ]
[ There's isn't much of note in here, unless one counts the clean mug and spoon standing next to the machine she'd used to make the hot chocolate. It looks like she'd been planning on coming back and making herself some … ]
[ The personnel quarters themselves weren't shown on the surveillance footage, but the general area—and thus, the route that would take him to them—sure was. ]
[ And once he gets there, it's easy enough to figure out which is the captain's quarters. It's set apart from all of the rest, and even from the outside it seems like it's bigger. ]
[ The doorway opens out into an office space. It's pretty simple in there, with a large viewing window looking out into the vastness of space. There's a sofa, a fancy futuristic glass desk with screens and holoprojectors. There's. Also. A cat plush toy, perching on said desk. ]
[ There are two other doors, one to the left, and one to the right. ]
[ The door to the left opens into a tiny little kitchen space. It's as simple as the room before it. Out on the counter is a half-eaten bag of marshmallows, open but with the wrapper re-sealed to keep them fresh, and a folded scrap of cloth—it may look familiar to him; Aoko tends to wrap her cookies in cloth bundles when she's giving them as gifts. ]
[ He's probably expecting the right door to lead to the bedroom, and he won't be disappointed. It's set out a little like this, with the addition of a closet and … while there are a few plants, they're clearly ones Iota has picked from Kyriakos herself; most are living in repurposed mugs. There are also more cat plushes!! One is on the sofa, and the other is on the bed, sitting next to a datapad. Also by the bed is what looks to be a storage compartment with a virtual keypad lock. ]
[ On the shelves are a few books—all non-fiction, talking about basic AI theory (remarkably similar to his world) and much less basic astrophysics. ]
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[Was there anything she was reading there?]
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[ There's isn't much of note in here, unless one counts the clean mug and spoon standing next to the machine she'd used to make the hot chocolate. It looks like she'd been planning on coming back and making herself some … ]
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[....]
[Let's head to communications.]
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[ And the route seems familiar, somehow, and it's not because of his mental map. Weird, huh. ]
[ The virtual keypad on the comm room's door indicates that it's locked. ]
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[Well, if there's weird familiarity going on, is there any sort of deja vu feeling for numbesr?]
[(Or whispers)]
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[ Like he should be more aware of it than he actually is. ]
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[Or the weird memory.]
[Rubbing at his neck.]
Maybe I should look for Ai-chan...
[Well, just in case there's a factory reset.]
[Let's press all zeros.]
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[ And all he gets for his attempt is an ACCESS DENIED screen. ]
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[....what about captain's quarters?]
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[ And once he gets there, it's easy enough to figure out which is the captain's quarters. It's set apart from all of the rest, and even from the outside it seems like it's bigger. ]
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[ The doorway opens out into an office space. It's pretty simple in there, with a large viewing window looking out into the vastness of space. There's a sofa, a fancy futuristic glass desk with screens and holoprojectors. There's. Also. A cat plush toy, perching on said desk. ]
[ There are two other doors, one to the left, and one to the right. ]
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[Damnit, Iota.]
[Okay, let's check the left first.]
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[ The door to the left opens into a tiny little kitchen space. It's as simple as the room before it. Out on the counter is a half-eaten bag of marshmallows, open but with the wrapper re-sealed to keep them fresh, and a folded scrap of cloth—it may look familiar to him; Aoko tends to wrap her cookies in cloth bundles when she's giving them as gifts. ]
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[...welp]
[Let's check the right.]
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[ He's probably expecting the right door to lead to the bedroom, and he won't be disappointed. It's set out a little like this, with the addition of a closet and … while there are a few plants, they're clearly ones Iota has picked from Kyriakos herself; most are living in repurposed mugs. There are also more cat plushes!! One is on the sofa, and the other is on the bed, sitting next to a datapad. Also by the bed is what looks to be a storage compartment with a virtual keypad lock. ]
[ On the shelves are a few books—all non-fiction, talking about basic AI theory (remarkably similar to his world) and much less basic astrophysics. ]
[ Sitting on the desk is a notepad and pen. ]
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[Hmmm, let's look at the notepad first. Remarkably basic for a ship.]
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[ Looping squiggly squiggles and meaningless, time-wasting doodles. ]
[ And … a list? ]
[ 'Marshmallows, cream, chocolate chips, cookies. NOT bread, celery, carrots, ice cream, coffee grounds, snow.' ]
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[Hm.]
[Checks the plants. They been watered recently?]
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[For reasons]
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[Let's take a look at the box and try the zero thing again. You know, because why not.]
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[ ... and there it is again. that feeling of being watched. ]
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