text. un: archivist.

[question]

A moment of your time, if I may. I only just arrived, so I'm endeavoring to answer all the requisite stupid questions — I've never been in space before, I don't remember coming here, I want to go home, and so on. But I understand that we're all in the same boat, so I'll spare you the crisis.

However. I looked over the staff positions, and after some exploration through this filthy maze of a place, I have come to the conclusion that offering to play librarian is pointless when I cannot find the damn library. Has anybody come across it? If not, have we managed to open anywhere that's locked off? Several of the crew floors have recreational facilities, but not the 5th, so that's my best guess for our missing library.

Finally. I'm actually recording this from spoken word to text as I appear to have superglued my fingers together with this- this space glue-gun. Does anyone know how to dissolve the stuff? Or should I resign myself to losing the skin of my fingertips?

Message ends.

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@gamoras

[recce]

I could try to pull your fingers apart.

[ but it might hurt... ]

[question]

That sounds potentially very painful.

[recce]

Depending on your species' pain threshold.
Are you Terran?

[question]

I'm. Human?

[ the recording device catches his confusion at both the question and uncertainty in his own species and assigns it a question mark, which is a bit depressing and he tries again. ]

I'm a human.

[recce]

[ she notes the uncertainty. huh. ]

From Earth?

[question]

Of course.

I mean, yes. Yes, a human from Earth. I suppose on a space ship that's not such a strange question.

Is there, do you know, life ... elsewhere? Beyond Earth?

[recce]

[ So he is Terran. Figures. ]

Yes. All over the galaxy.
And the universe.
I'm from another planet, Zen-Whoberi.

[ it's a great big world out here, buddy. ]

[question]

[ earth is plenty big enough for him all on its own. ]

Goodness.

[ are you ready for this nosy motherfucker. ]

I assume they're very different from humans. Can't all be Earth. What's Zen-Whoberi like? Does everyone know about Earth just sending out their sad little signals and probes and you're all deliberately overlooking it? Have you met humans before?

[recce]

[ taking these questions one at a time wow wow wow ]

We weren't a prosperous people.

[ When she last was there, that is. They didn't have the facilities to respond to Earth's calls, if they ever received any. ]

Most know Earth as Terra, though I don't think your planet has entered into any intergalactic agreements. Few Terrans seem to travel.
The Zehoberei are the same in that respect, but after I was taken from my homeworld, I met all kinds. I have a human friend.

[ well, half-human. ]

[question]

Right. So we just haven't put ourselves "out there" properly yet, as it were. That's very interesting.

I suppose having a human friend means you know much more about my species than I do about yours, but I've mostly seen humans here on board so far, during my explorations. Is that a little odd for you? Are there any other Zehoberei here?

[recce]

It's only me.

[ Perhaps even as far as non-Terrans go, though a few of the stronger types onboard the station could be Xandarian. ]

I've never been somewhere with this many humans, but I'm used to being the only Zehoberei.

[ Is it so different to be the only one now, when she has often been alone? Even the Zehoberei might not think of her as like them, after all the time she spent with Thanos and the modifications made to her person. ]

I'm not sure what to make of it.

[ People have always stared at her, as one of the few Zehoberei who travel and as the fearsome daughter of Thanos. ]

[question]

Well.

Is there anything I, or anyone, could do? To make this place feel more welcoming to you? We're all homesick but at least we've the luxury of some shared culture, as it were.

Even if you just want someone to speak with about home. I'm quite a good listener.

[recce]

[ This isn't a kindness that has ever been offered to her so... openly. The Guardians support her, in their own ways. Peter listens to her, too, and shares stories in return — but to ask after her loneliness is a distinct overture.

It takes her a moment to reply. ]

I won't be able to tell you much about my home, but I'd like to speak with you all the same.

[ She was taken too young. ]

I'm Gamora.

[question]

Jonathan Sims. Jon for short.

Staying in 306, and my schedule is open to the point of dullness. Not actually sure what I'm supposed to do here without work.