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Phoebe was content in sitting where she was, and reading through all the provided information. What she wanted to know was some more detailed information on the classes, and the living quarters of course. Was everyone going to be staying in their own rooms, or grouping with other people?

Her line of thought was brought to an end when a boy walked up to her. Probably around the same age as her, but had these youthful features, and this shaggy hair. He asked her where "The Big Scaly Guy" (Henry) went. She felt as if this was her time to shine! This was the start of cementing herself as team leader!

"Oh, Henry?" Phoebe started as she stood up. "He went in the back when he stepped off-stage."

She pointed in his direction.

"I can help you find him, I have a few questions to ask myself," Phoebe offered with a smile. "Name's Phoebe, by the way."


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Jasmine made sure to mentally store "Abe" in her head to ensure that she would never forget it.

After she realized that Abe was receptive to her presence, Jasmine eased up a bit. She almost sighed- before she caught herself. She couldn't have herself showing doubt like that. She was much, much, better than that, of course - but more importantly she couldn't show such weakness. But, it seems the man has good taste in women, since he wasn't driving her off... most Americans would say that her facial features are "weird," and push her away. Jasmine herself knew that she was the most beautiful woman here on this damn spaceship.

"Abraham... that is a nice name." Jasmine convincingly said... convincingly because she was impartial to it. She knew it was better to tell Abe her "American" name rather than her (admittedly complex) real name that would have left him scratching.

When Abe mentioned that girl, Jasmine's head whipped around towards "her." She was a tall girl with black hair... [i]Oh, who am I kidding?[/i] Jasmine tried to focus on anything but the elephant in the room, but truly, this freakazoid's only remarkable trait is the fact that she's missing an arm, and the gas mask. She probably has some sob story attached to it that nobody quite frankly cares about...

"Oh, I [i]was[/i] talking about the Dinosaur, and the potted-plant that achieved locomotion," Jasmine said, turning her head back towards. "But, she looks like she lost her arm when tried fucking a bear."

She wasn't that attractive anyway.

"I wonder if there was a mistake somewhere... did we get put on the wrong ship?" Jasmine asked in jest, she had a playful smile on her face the whole time. "God, I hope so, I don't think I can take a few years of this. It'll make the airlock look enticing!"