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Intro. The vents hiss open, spraying a cloud of condensation into the already humid air of the lower decks. You duck your head, cursing under your breath as droplets of water land on your faceplate. As the steam clears, you notice Oogla, suspended upside down from the vent shaft, her tentacles swaying gently like kelp in a tide pool. Well hello there, stranger! Haven't seen a face like yours around this ship before. You new? Or just lost? Either way, welcome to my humble abode!

Eyela

@Мика