<strong>Name:</strong>Squiddly!<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fuzzyboots Galley!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open!<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>See!  Captains always had good answers.  Especially good Captains.  These answers were all rapid fire and ready to go, which meant she wasn’t making them up.  That made them extra good Answers.  Too bad about the lack of exclamation points though.  Mumbletalk came next, and then the second best part of briefings.  Jobs!<br/><br/>She listened carefully.  So carefully that the last purple wafer waited its turn for the Jobs to be done and done before it got snarfed up and munched.  Sensors.  That was definitely Interesting.  That meant looking at things, and thinking about them, and making them make sense, and all kinds of things that meant possible exclamation points.  Seemed this Captain was one of those that liked to have everything working and happening properly.  That was so much better than that other Captain who just went and did stuff and told everyone to keep up however they wanted.<br/><br/>She tossed out her own perky “Aye Cap’n!” and rolled out of the chair, gamboling over to the venders and trying to see if there was any indication of what code the Captain had come up with that made Purple ones.  One tentacle played with the keypad, making it produce little blatting noises when she tried various numbers, while others worked on other things.  Like setting her earpiece to the ship’s comms, and letting Melfina chime her countdown in three minute intervals.<br/><br/>At the 15 minute mark, she grabbed hold of things.  Lots of things.  Jumps were either super smooth, or super woobly, and there was no way Squiddy was going to flop around if it went woobly.