Ask Some Questions, Get Some Answers (?)

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[The Stardust Nebula is a large cloud, sprawling pink and purple across the dark void of space as you approach. There are no planets here, not even a planetoid, but that hardly means it’s devoid of life. Kip will easily be able to navigate to the place in question, a small collection of interconnected spaceports orbiting near the edge of one of the nebula’s hazy, rose-tinted tendrils. Floating signs hooked to these advertise “AIRLOCKED! Q&A”, with arrows leading towards what appears to be a convention center. A dome encloses the area, much like the one around the Fantasy Sweet, but there does not appear to be any kind of security restrictions on the port; it will open as soon as any ship pulls up to it.

Inside, there aren’t too many inconspicuous places to park your weird flotilla of offensively-shaped ships. You may just have to settle for the back of the docks, behind a large news van or something like that, and consider not sticking around the entire time. Getting inside was a quick process, so you shouldn’t have any trouble doing it again, especially with a military navigator staying with the ship. A line has already formed in front of the entrance, at least partially due to the scanners flanking the door. A large weirdly baby-faced alien in some type of uniform is standing there, apparently manning the machine, checking peoples’ belongings, and generally directing them. There’s an unfamiliar symbol on their uniform, clearly not the InterGal 7 logo. Despite being alone, they seem to be handling the line fairly efficiently - even if they occasionally appear to intentionally loom over some of the smaller aliens attempting to enter. There are a few cosplayers among the crowd, of course, but this time the majority are in plainclothes.

Some people are skipping this line and walking around to the back of the building. They’re all wearing or carrying badges, which do have the InterGal 7 logo on them.

For the moment, no one seems to have taken notice of your arrival.]

Comments

[shikosuki]

[ Wow InterGal7 couldn't even book a place with a food court, 0/10 ( v ^v) ]

[cyan_maid]

...Guess it's our chance, now.

[Somehow, Jane's face is white as a sheet. Or is that just the contrast from the makeup?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[God, she doesn't look good at all.]

...If you want someone to get it for you...

[serrata]

I can go.

[ Yuuri says this with a big, bright smile. After all -- Finn is the only person here she knows. She won't be as shaken seeing the others up close and in person. ]

If you need a little break, I mean! You can just tell me what you'd like and I'll make sure I pass the message on.

[cyan_maid]

N-No.

[She's startlingly firm on that.]

No, I need to do this. I've got to.

[misanthropicprinciple]

...

[With her hair tied up under that bandanna, he can't tousle it like Ardyn does to him, but he does offer her a hand as he rises from his seat.]

We'll go with you, Sassy.

[cyan_maid]

[She finds herself pouting, just a little, but takes the hand.]

Dar - damn straight, Sassy. Great-Granddad wouldn't have it any other way.

[There is an inward cringe. The good Colonel must be rolling in his grave.]

[serrata]

I'm sure he wouldn't.

[ She's still velcroed to Junpei's arm (she thought you were going to gET ARRESTED YOU BUTTHEAD) but she gives Jane what she hopes is an encouraging smile. It certainly doesn't feel encouraging to wear. ]

Let's go line up, okay?

[ Off to join the line we go, rookie infiltrators? ]

[cyan_maid]

Yeah, sure.

[Just. So cool. We're cool. It's fine. It's totally fine. She's fine, we're fine, please tell her how stupid she is when they're back on the ship, Yuuri.]

Dad? [She tugs a little on Xander's arm.] You - you coming?

[scourgingstars]

[this can only go well]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[In a whisper:]

Dad.

[scourgingstars]

[He gave Junpei a look of 'we have aliases for a reason', but was clearly listening regardless.]

[cyan_maid]

[Hey Anna's last name is Sassacre it counts]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[It's close ENOUGH to Nad. Whatever, you're not his real #1 Genetic Donor!]

I can't see now. [Since they're getting in line and all and he is Not Tall.] Do they have water up there?

[There is, after all, one easy way to check for a hardlight projector...]

[airlockedmods]

[They do, but it's in bottles with the lids on right now, so.

As you approach the table, they're still sitting in the same order. Max, Bolton, Lightning, Finn. Approach this as you will.]

[scourgingstars]

Nothing one could very easily knock over.

[Damn it. That was a good idea, too.]

What's our approach, since that doesn't seem like an option?

[serrata]

... I think we need to be careful about drawing too much attention to ourselves again. After all that with the security, I don't want any of the other staff members getting too good a look at us.

[ She's still smiling but her voice is low and worried when she speaks. They can't have come all this way for just... autographs, can they? ]

Do we know if anything else messes with hardlight projectors?

[scourgingstars]

I'm not sure--wait.

[He frowned and dropped his voice as much as possible, muttering something barely audible.]

...Would any of us recognize their handwriting?

[serrata]

[ Yuuri's face lights up. It's the first genuine smile she's had on her face all day. ]

You thought so too?

[ She inclines her head towards Jane and Xander. ]

They watched a lot more of 'season two' than I did and well... there's a lot of season two characters up there.

[scourgingstars]

Better than nothing.

[shit, it's a START]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[!]

I know Falcon's.

[Of course he does. Finn left him those letters for everyone, crammed in his minuscule handwriting at the top of a sheet of paper.]

[scourgingstars]

Good, I wouldn't recognize it. Between you and the others...that may be our best option if we can't do anything else. Much as that can be replicated, it would be better than nothing.

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Well then! Again, given something to do, Junpei perks right up. Subtly, of course.

He approaches FN-2187's spot at the table with an apologetic wave to the others. Sorry, folks, he's a Season 3 latecomer.

What he lays before FN-2187 is... a four-leaf clover bookmark.]

You, uh. You wouldn't mind signing it as Falcon, right?

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[FN-2187 flashes him a grin that looks so Finn it might be just a little painful.]

Sure, sure. No problem, man. [He takes the bookmark and scribbles Falcon as requested before handing it back.]

[cyan_maid]

[!!!]

I might - but...[Again, tugging Xander.] He always had a reference on hand, so he's a better bet. You'd know their handwriting, wouldn't you Dad?