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[The comm clicks on to the sound of being dropped. It clatters across the floor and is accompanied by the delicate sound of a screaming five year old girl. There's a thud, the patter of some frantic, heavier than usual footwork and a panicked whine. Oh, and then a slamming door.]

Onai? Mokao!?

[She sounds like she's trying not to cry. There's a little bit of silence while Vie stares at her new surroundings and tries very hard not to have a panic attack.]

Tashi si mar?

[Finally Vie realizes that she dropped something on her mad escape from her room and dashes back to pick it up. She's got no idea what it is, or that it's broadcasting to the entire boat, but she dropped it so it must be hers? There's a fumble and a thud and the audio cuts out. ]

(ooc: Vie is 5 years old and on deck 12. She's a little distressed after finding a stranger in her room and remembers nothing of her time on the boat. I will probably get lazy with the Kirovian and summarise it, but for now WE SHALL SEE.

TRANSLATION: Onai = Mother, Mokao = Father, Tashi si mar? = WHERE ARE YOOOU?! D8)

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[At the sound of movement, Vie turns and promptly jolts to attention. The look on her face is one of panic. She throws herself back against the wall and stands flat against it, arms at her sides and feet together.

If she doesn't move, maybe he won't notice her? Vie already knows she's not meant to be here, so being caught by a CLANSMAN won't help at all. Vie bites her lip.]

[Rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes, Mikey whimpers and almost toddles right past her.

But he catches the movement and looks up, and FREEZES.

It's a human.

Only a baby one, but still. She might cut him up and experiment on him and eat him and make his shell into a fruit bowl.

He doesn't. Move.]

[There's the sound of fumbling, and then the video clicks on.]

Are. You. Okay?

[Because obviously speaking slower will make her understand you, Jael.]

[She watches him, clearly having no idea what he's doing but interested all the same. Like the little copycat she is, Vie looks to her comm to do the same and finds herself reading text.

Her mouth drops open and she looks around in amazement. How did it do that? Vie nods anyway and looks to Goten.]

Das etous si shran!

_{((trans: The words are here! :D))}

[He's not so scary when he smiles. Vie's starting to feel better... until he points to her room. Her expression turns serious. Vie grabs the hem of his shirt and tugs on it. He looks like her, so he must be one of her kind... right?]

Clay.

[She whispers this like she's half expecting someone to jump out and attack them.]

Clay?

*He asks, mimicing what she said.*

What's 'clay?'

*Whatever it was had her worried...he wasn't sure he really could, but he was practically an adult and she was a little girl, so it was his duty to protect her. Or something like that.*

Its okay, I'll take care of you.

[Vie stares back, petrified. Though there are clans similar, she's never seen anyone quite like Mikey and scared as she is, the fact that he's sad is enough to get her attention.

She shuts her eyes tight as she works up the guts to speak to him.]

S-si mar taikon?

[Her words are a little panicked. Here's hoping she doesn't get in trouble for speaking out of line.]

_{((trans: Si mar taikon = A-are you okay?))}

[That ... those are strange words.

Mike stares at her in terrified confusion. It must be her name.]

M-Mikey.

[Eyes wide, Vie lets go of his shirt long enough to bring her hands above her head like ears.]

Claaaay.

[She sounds the word out. Gosh Felix, how do you not know what that is?!]

[What was that even... Vie doesn't know that word. He must not of heard her properly. She shakes her head and speaks slower, clearer.]

Si. Mar. [Vie motions to Mikey.] Taikon.

[What? No.

Look, he'll say it slower, and louder, pointing at his plastron.]

Mi-key.

Er, right. Clay.

*Nope, not a clue.*

Should we go?

Type it. Like-

[He turns his hands around and mimes typing on his comm.]

-that, like that.

[Wait. What. Vie looks positively baffled.

She points at him.]

Mikeeey?

Uh huh!

[Mike tugs Pandaman a little closer, subconsciously putting him between him and the human, just in case it got vicious. Pandaman would protect him.

He points at her.]

Who're you?

[She's watching you, Goten... and learning. Vie looks to her own comm and presses a key. When the letter appears, she laughs and grins at Goten. He's staying on his side of the line and he's not being scary, so that makes things okay, right?]

"jkiwedsjasdaokddddgasia"

[Vie is so proud of her achievement. Next time, she'll actually try to write something proper. For the moment, Goten gets keysmash.]

[She gives her best impersonation of a monster, hands curling to resemble pretend claws.]

Clay. Grrrrrrrr.

[Vie stops that and reattaches herself to the hem of his shirt.]

Li'si tas jalou.

[There's not a lot of confidence in that statement.]

_{((Trans: clay = clan, li'si tas jalou = I'm not scared.))}

*Damnit, why can't she speak a language he understands? Felix slowly stands up and moves to take her hand. Partly to pry it off his shirt, but he'll keep holding it if she lets him*

Lets go somewhere else, okay?

[Oh hey! Are they getting somewhere? Vie isn't really sure, but he'll be Mikey to her from now on. She presses against the wall again when he points at her and breathes a sigh when it doesn't turn into an attack.

Vie motions to herself and quite proudly states her name.]

Chelle.

Chell-ay?

[That's a weird name, though maybe it's normal for humans? Mike watches lots of TV when Master Splinter lets him, but he's never heard that one before.]

[Goten claps his hands and gives her a thumbs up, but he's hoping she can actually WRITE and isn't just...mashing the buttons. Oh geez if he cannot figure out how to communicate with her this isn't going to be good.]

[She smiles at his attempt. It's close enough. Vie points to herself.]

Chelle.

[And then to Mike.]

Mikey.

[And then to pandaman.]

Mm?

[What you say? Vie is distracted by his grabbing her hand. She lets go of his shirt and promptly clings to his hand. The doorway she'd come out of earns a frown, but she's okay now.

Vie tugs on his hand and points down the other end of the hallway. Lead and she will follow.]

[What in Kellos is it saying? Vie repeats!]

Are. You. Okay!

[This is a fun game!]

*He was planning to head away from where she came from, anyway, so he starts down that way.
He contiunes talking to her, because he has no idea what else to do and hopes that will keep her from crying*

This place is big, so we can probably avoid the, uh, 'clay.'

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