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	Fanny May finished devouring her chocolate bar while she listens to Ernest, looking somewhat blasé about the current situation. Once she finishes her chocolate – which is just about the time Ernest finishes with his question – she crews up her face while giving her crotch a little scratch, saying;

“Man these sexy body suits really chafe.” She heads down the hall towards the deck, and continues; “My ship disappeared, you say? I wouldn’t know anything about that. Maybe your sensors are playing tricks on you or something, I know how being alone for long periods of time can make a person go a little cuckoo, you know? Maybe give your primary systems an overhaul or something. Clean out them cobwebs, as they say.” 

Arriving on deck, she sits on the chair that is hopefully there, and takes a casual look around at space outside. She then seems a little disappointed to say; “Shame about those Quatis people, wouldn’t you say? One minute they’re all running around having parties and such, the next minute the entire damn solar system is gone. Who knew [i]that[/i] was gonna happen, right? Anyway,” She finishes, ”what exactly did you say you were trying to figure out, Ernest?” 


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 [@Scorpionius]

	Fanny May smiles pleasantly all the time Sir Swallow is talking. His manner of speech is a unique burst of fresh air for her. Malcom could even have considered her expression one of quaint infatuation. 

She points to two fuel outlets, the first one she turns her nose up at, but the second pump she points at with a wink, and says; “That’s the good shit right there. Top of the line high quality fuel.” She takes a sip of her beer. “Help yourself, of course, just stick it in the hole and the pump will do the rest. Take as much as you might be needing. No charge for a stud like you.” 

She then takes a seat on a nearby work bench, shoves the bottle up tight between her legs and rests back on both hands to consider Sir. Swallows last question. 

“I like you.” She starts, puckering her lips to one side thoughtfully before continuing; “So I’m just gonna go ahead and be completely honest about it. It’s not so much that I’m in danger, not in the typical sense of the word anyway. It’s more like they think I’m a danger to others. And when I say others, I mean pretty much everyone… everywhere. As for Bob, no, he’s just some trash man who snorts too many uppers. He’s not really my uncle, by the way. I just took refuge in his wrecking yard to avoid the ones who are after me. He let me stay because he thinks I’m hot. But let me tell ya, he ain’t never gonna get a piece of this ass. I mean eww, he’s like 80 or something. Aaaanyway….” 

She quickly changes the subject, deciding it’s far to early to reveal the whole plot behind her existence: 

“So tell me, Malcy – You don’t mind if I call you Malcy, right? – I’ve seen shape shifting machines before, usually much more crude in every way, and not nearly as friendly or have as much manners as you do. So I’ve gotta ask, do you allow people to ride you? I mean…. I love machines, really. Driving them, repairing them, you name it, if mechanics are involved, I’m your woman. I just wanna ride you so hard right now. I bet you have a lot power under that hood....” She takes the beer from between her legs and has another swallow, then asks with a cunning smirk; “That said, you feel like going on an adventure? I promise it’s gonna be fun.” 



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[@Oh no my soup]

	I mean, I’m sorry, whatever you said your name was? I didn’t mean to get all [i]weird[/i], if that's what you think – It’s just that I spend a lot time alone, and I mean A LOT of time alone, and after a while it’s just really hard to figure out if I’m doing things right.” 

The young lady hangs her head with a sigh before lifting her eyes back up at Magnus, saying; “Am I really that bad at socializing, though? So bad that you won’t even share your name with me? Fine then….” She pouts, a small tear welling in her eye. “Just when I thought I had friend…. So, anyway, I was on my way to a shindig….” She takes a deep breath and tries not to cry, “But I suppose I could just ALTER my course for you and take you the nearest inhabited thingamajig – DOES THAT SUIT YOUR ROYAL HIGHNESS, [i]HUH[/i]??” She ends her speech yelling and flailing her arms about in a disparaging fit.

After a moment she calms down and regards Magnus with a quiet, docile stare.   

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[@Dartbored Fairy]

For the most part, the streets of the city were absent any life in the ash storm, and the stragglers who passed by hunched in their struggle against the onslaught of the storm, didn’t pay any mind to the four humanoid figures making their way through rubble of ruins that lay strewn on the broken concrete road.  

Three of the four figures were clothed in advanced environmental suited that resembled gray army uniforms and boots, while one of the figures was dressed in a tank top and blue jeans. Still, all four of the figures wore environmental masks that covered their faces, packs on their backs, a quantum rifle tucked under their right arms, and fancy little gadgets strapped to the wrist of their left. 

Using their fancy little wrist gadgets as a guide, they made their way through city until they arrived at a building containing a concentrated number of sentient life forms. With the three suited members waiting a few meters back, the one in tank top and jeans approaches the door of the building and gives it a heavy knock – 

“Open up in the name of me!” The man calls out, though his voice is mostly muffled by the mask on his face. “Do not fear! We come in the name of peaceful exploration and shy hopes of a good time!”