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"Part 2 of my autism-fueled naval history lecture; scroll up for Part 1." "What can I say? I love exploration, I love diplomacy, I love women, but I ALWAYS HAVE LOVED SPACESHIPS."

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"Lep, how do you want your female form to look?" "Cute, shy, excitable, keep the glasses." "How big do you want your hips and chest?" "Yes."

"I presume that even your world's 'devil fruits' must follow their own laws. Otherwise, reality would be nothing but a playground of wannabe god-kings overwriting each other's work, or the domain of a single reality-bending mad over-god." "All powers have their limits."

"Greetings and salutations to the Infinite Multiverse!" "I wanted to express my love for CATS! They're so silly and cuddly and I just wanna pet them and snuggle with them!"

"there's no better way to start gathering some storms like a nice rating game, am I right?~ come on, show yourselves off~" Post your muse below to get rated by Zeri! SSS and above will be followed back! 💚~Like, repost and reply with your muse~♻️ #LOLRP #NSFWRP #MVRP #LewdRP

"Oh? And can YOU break the laws of physics and do whatever you please just by wanting to really hard, lady-who-just-popped-up-from-somewhere?"

"My Hazard Suit has served me well, but superpowered Multiverse folks just keep kicking my butt." Grumble-sigh. "We've hit peak miniaturization. Can't squeeze any more performance out of my myomer muscles, or reinforce the armor without weighing the whole frame down. We'd need exotic materials +

//I want people, and I like to be wanted. So I'd like to pursue further intimacy on here. Now, I'm fully aware that I can't force lewds/intimacy. But I'd at least like to ask if anyone's open to it (adult woman muses, at least). I'll strive to match detail, and otherwise make it fun for all.

"...You know, I think there's a reason I get along well with my alien coworkers." "Because I don't interact 'naturally' with ANYBODY, so learning aliens' social niceties and nonverbal cues is no LESS natural than learning humans'."

"Thanks to the work of a few kind souls, the Spirit of Motherwill is... okay, I'll be honest, HALFWAY to being combat-effective again." "I honestly never figured I'd see the day." He wipes a tear from his eye.

"Thanks a bundle!" Lep does a little dance. Block 5 is finally, sure enough, NOT ON FIRE. "Motherwill might ride again someday. I'd ask you to just reverse the whole thing, but that'd also delete the upgrades we've made over the years. Meaning I'd have to bring her back up to spec ALL OVER AGAIN."

The Longest Journey ~ Den Lengste Reisen (1999) Developed by Funcom.

"Crucial to your deck's strategy, I take it?"

"E-eheh... Totally sounds like it." A forced chuckle. "Guys, take five and take a shower. Seriously. I'll pay you your advance, and you can come back when you're ready to take another crack at 'er."

"...You know, I think there's a reason I get along well with my alien coworkers." "Because I don't interact 'naturally' with ANYBODY, so learning aliens' social niceties and nonverbal cues is no LESS natural than learning humans'."

"If you mean the Ever-Burning Fire of Block 5, it's basically a self-perpetuating anomaly at this point." A theatrical shrug. "Possibly the psychic echoes left behind by the entombed original crew, but our telepath choirs have been too busy fighting Shroud anomalies to come in and check." +

"Preach, preach!"

Lep glances over to the camera feed. (But does not get out of his nice comfy snuggly bed. Yet, at least.) "...You guys okay in there? I can send some robots to help you or something."

"Thanks to the work of a few kind souls, the Spirit of Motherwill is... okay, I'll be honest, HALFWAY to being combat-effective again." "I honestly never figured I'd see the day." He wipes a tear from his eye.

[OPEN RP: Night in New Abel City] Everyone’s left the Museum but iCO. She lives in the residency above/nearby, so she takes her time, checking the Exhibits one last time. She sits at the Museum’s stairs, wearing a coat as she rests. “Museum’s closed.”, she says in the your direction, eyes closed.

[Open RP: Daytime Museum] iCO sits at reception, her eyes faded she automates her greetings. “Welcome to the New Abel City Museum of Robotics. How may I help you? Would you like to register for the History of Robotics tour?” Her greeting seems pre-recorded, but she switches to ‘awake mode’ after.

//I want people, and I like to be wanted. So I'd like to pursue further intimacy on here. Now, I'm fully aware that I can't force lewds/intimacy. But I'd at least like to ask if anyone's open to it (adult woman muses, at least). I'll strive to match detail, and otherwise make it fun for all.

"If you have a spare evening, might I recommend my first lecture on United Nations of Earth naval history? (For an idea of how long I can focus on this topic, I haven't even reached the formation of the Stellaris Federation yet.)"

"Welcome to Professor Lep's lecture on the United Nations of Earth's Naval History. Take your seats, class, because this is my special interest and I will go into ENTIRELY TOO MUCH DETAIL." "Upon its foundation in 2137, the UNE was the sole power in the Sol system. With the end of the world +

When in doubt, Lep kinda presumed that cosmic entities could do whatever the heck they wanted, WHEREVER the heck they wanted. At least THIS one was graciously making his life *easier*. "Many thanks. BTW, I've still got that gear of yours; I'm just keeping it in reserve as a trump card."

Way-too-wide smile. "I will wish you the best in finding your friend, who I assure you is FAR AWAY from my ship's way-too-volatile ammo bays! The exit is right that-a-way!" In the opposite direction of aforementioned ammo bays.

"I assure you, I did ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to her. She'd probably have shot me if I tried. Or fried my brain or something! She just... kinda left, I think." ...Could he remotely separate the entire block if Gun Gremlin DID go hostile? Not a question he hoped to HAVE to answer. "I THINK she might +

"...Hey, YOU try to mod three different autism-simulator strategy games AND 500+ overpowered anime mods together. Keeping it working for THIS long was a miracle as-is."

He relates his brief meeting with Lucy (well, technically 'her' brief meeting as Lep was a girl back then). "I can point you to the place I ran into her." Ah, a valid reason to point this gun gremlin someplace else. "I kind of just run into people; it's part of my job."

...He probably will. But better he point Rebecca in a direction AWAY from the secondary ammo magazine. "What kind of loot are you looking for? Oh, and by the way..." Given that he's heard that slang from exactly one other person so far... "Do you know a 'Lucy'? White hair, smoker?"

Okay, engaging cortisol inhibitors. He'll need to manage his stress levels to deal with this gun gremlin. "I mean, most of it IS basically abandoned. I'm technically the captain, but only by virtue of being Motherwill's only organic crew. If you want to help yourself to any loot, it'll probably +

He takes out his tricorder and sweeps the room, looking for any loose ends. "Do you know if these Mavericks are operating alone? I mean, I sure HOPE so; I hope and pray, for your sake, that no new megalomaniac or virus has arisen to threaten your world's fragile peace."

𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘣 .ᐟ𓂃✍︎

A voice booms over the PA. "Attention, int..." Okay, maybe better not call her 'intruder' if he wants to somehow resolve this WITHOUT blowing up Block 5 again. He has put TOO much blood, sweat, and tears into fixing Block 5 for it to BLOW UP AGAIN. "...Ahem. Attention, honored guest. This vehicle+

"Oh, heh. Sorry." He's just mentally associated these six with 'shenanigans'. He still DOES; it's just that those shenanigans are sometimes actually of help to him. "Weeeellll, if you're offering... Could you revert Blocks 7 and 8 to their original state as of 2071? I'd written those sections +

Once he's sure the AO's clear, he lets out a sigh of relief and offers Aile a high-five. "Mission complete! No muss, no fuss. Just a pair of professionals executing a routine arrest." "Oh? I think you're referring to my Scouter-Assisted Targeting System. Standard-issue for Federation soldiers."

"While I cannot presently overthrow your capitalist society, I *CAN* grant you some measure of... pleasurable distraction."

"Yes, indeed. I treasure what level of sanity I *DO* retain, and have no desire to waste it on gazing into the yawning void of Y'Goloth the Incalculable."

"Oh no you DON'T!" Lep hisses under his breath. Percentages scroll across the screen, as he tags each target with his Scouter-Assisted Targeting System (S.A.T.S). Bolts of blue lightning lash out from his EMP gun, catching the best-armed Mavericks in the rear. With any luck, they'll live.

Meanwhile, in the captain's quarters, Lep kicks back and snuggles in the big plush bed. Hey, being the only Federation crewmember on Motherwill, he IS technically the captain. Meanwhile meanwhile, the plumbrothers come across a couple obvious tasks. Plain ol' pipe-fixing, putting out the Ever-+

"Initiating headspace-to-English translation." Beep. Boop. "Me bored. Game no worky."

He’s waiting for someone to respond to the signal he’s sending out. It’s not an emergency signal, although he’s using old Maverick Hunter communications frequency. “What else… there were two Reploids… Xero and Ez… wait no…” He starts chiseling a wood block into poorly crafted X and Zero figurines.

//While I may dip into ecchi from time to time, Lep remains principally a SFW RP account. Any actual lewd will be in DMs.

••Jii•• Just a reminder to all my lovely followers, take your medications/vitamins and stay hydrated today. You're a person behind the screen, and you're valued and loved by someone. ♡