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[ima_npc]

[After two hours, give or take, the doors open. The computerized voice makes an announcement:]

Life support is fully operational throughout the ship. Bridge crew, please proceed to the bridge to view the full damage report.

((Characters are free to explore the ship. I'll answer whatever questions are posed to the computer, but it doesn't get replies so poke me if I don't seem to notice. o/

ETA: Assume the engine room is locked off for now!))

Comments

[unexpectedboner]

A fashion emergency, maybe.

[says the man in zebra-print pjs]

Aren't you cold?

[fandisservice]

My choices were slim, fashion emergency or this. Are you really going to say I didn't make the right choice?

[unexpectedboner]

I feel like I could've lived my life with less skinny teen chest, but that's just me. ...The choices are really that limited?

[fandisservice]

What are your thoughts on ugly-ass Christmas sweaters?

[unexpectedboner]

...I don't know about ass sweaters...

[fandisservice]

My thoughts exactly! And here I am, generously saving your eyesight from them with my teen chest.

[unexpectedboner]

Lucky me. Obviously the type of sacrifice that leads to a lifetime of bonding.

[fandisservice]

No need to sound so put out, even if an old-timer like you doesn't have much time left to enjoy my company.

[unexpectedboner]

...What's that supposed to mean?

Old-timer? Seriously?

[fandisservice]

You as good to admitted to your fading youth when you came clean on being too old to appreciate my chest.