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There were small upsides, though even the victories came with unfortunate consequences such as this alien concept of sleep. Luci stood at the window of her room, looking out over the dry dock with hands professionally laced behind their back. Four wires ran from their shoulder blades and upper arms, linked to the ship's coils and subsequently the dock. By Nexus' method of monitoring the crew, it would be eerily apparent that they hadn't left their quarters for a few days...let alone move much more than a few feet every couple hours.
Legs that never felt fatigue holding up a light frame constantly feeding from the power plants of the world, unblinking eyes patiently observing their reflection. Clothes laid scattered across the neatly made bed, left waiting for their opportunity to properly address their owner who tilted their head in response to the call coming in from their captain to assemble in the meeting room. Softly, the voice of the reference character 'Picard' played behind Marty's in Luci's head. It was sadly wanting of the passive charisma that the rehearsed lines from the old show's protagonist, though the sentiment was still there.

'Smile more...they like that kind of thing.' Lucile thought to themselves before their blank expression contorted into a manic grin. Their hollow eyes lowered, 'Okay...uhh...dial it back sixty-percent. Fucking freak' their thoughts continued, hating how much effort went into such a simple thing as expression. The change still felt canned and disingenuous, which it very much was, but it was still better than walking around looking like a piece of furniture or doll, right?
Luci obviously didn't think so, letting their face rest back to cold neutrality save for a brief frown.
The practice had hardly been worth it, since it mostly felt like swapping between masks. All the standing and staring had been worth was keeping tabs on the dock as well as the mysterious attractive young woman's comings and goings, so to speak. Suspecting they were likely a representative of some crewmen scouting agency there to speak with Marty about drone parts or other such equipment, Luci thought little of it.

For the time being, they waited long enough for it not to seem creepy that they were already up and ready to go to the meeting. Well, more or less. Simply showing up in black and white lacy undergarments would hardly be appropriate and was quickly remedied with the usual cleavage-cutout black turtleneck, small red skirt and black thighhighs.
A quick addition of garters and mismatched converse and Luci was on their way, curious of the trail of water drops leading in the same direction.
With a blink, they powered up auxiliary functions like their HUD in the interest of the clock, having lost track of time while doing essentially nothing for days. The message and replay sat adorably in the corner as if there was a way someone could have missed it. Certain they knew its contents, on that note, Luci deleted it and gave themselves one last look over  to make sure everything was in order before letting themselves in. This carried over as the door slid open, Luci pulling up the cutout to properly cover a bit of snow white lace as they quickly scanned the room. The detail of the shell's artificial anatomy left her with a few questions regarding the necessity of certain...features, but it was just more to get used to.

Captain looking half dead and grouchily yelling at Christian for being his usually jolly goofball self, in all likelihood was only the start of 'the usual'. In all honesty, it took Luci a moment for the HUD to highlight and name the crew off since they were still awful with names even after two years. The only ones that stood out were Nexus which was impossible to mistake as anyone else, the same going for 'Garbo' since it was hard not forget a mug like that.
Making their way around the table, Luci caught on just how 'morning people' the crew was not by how Nexus was putting Aya back together in a way that hinted to where the water in the hall had come from. Exhaustion stained the organics' eyes, though Luci was envious in a small way since it'd felt like forever since enjoying a snuggly wrap of blankets.

Lucile offered the captain a salute, stopping by the door to do so in introduction before wandering around the table to find a seat. "Captain Di Liberto...ehn goooood morning, ehverybody~" she chirped in spite of their cold neutral expression which bent ever so slightly with the 1% of a smile, hoping it was an acceptable degree. "Stellar, as always" Luci joked, taking a seat next to Jessa and crossing a leg around the other. They sat stiffly for a moment before leaning forward to rest their elbows on the table and chin on folded fingers.
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