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> Walks in
> "tbqh idfk"
> leaves -- Anon Guest

[AN: OP, I had to leave the link out because this _is_ a mostly-PG exercise of mine and fetish-adjacent material is not safe for any minors who may have wandered in.]

Human Jor spoke in abbreviations. This caused some trouble for the crew she was Ship's Human for, but on the up side, she also provided a phrasebook. Simple words like "yes" or "no" became tonal grunts. Human Jor had a set of initials or a shorthand for everything.

The simple bonding query of, "How is your day," or, "What is the mood," got answers like, "Sasidida," or, "Snafu." Though there were other times when an actual word would be employed. Those were rare and therefore treasured. Getting a word out of Human Jor was an accomplishment.

There were entire days when Human Jor only uttered incomprehensible gargles of frustration. Despite all this, Human Jor was effective in her communications and bonded well with her shipmates. Vocal intonations and concatenations of seemingly random sounds, in concert with efficient gestures, could deliver a lot of information.

The most Human Jor ever had to say came in to play shortly after the Weird Week. Their little survey vessel had found bizarre graveworlds in which the last inhabitants had apparently spent their final stretches of lifespan in activities varying from art to practical jokes. Some, apparently, had had the mindset of destroying whoever came to investigate, as well as quite the chunk of the surrounding landscape.

Mixed well with three Vorax encounters in which Human Jor answered the comms with a meaningful, "Yeah?" which caused the scouts to apologise and then leave, and it was looking fairly stressful for their Ships' Human. More so after finding a sargasso belt with empty, yet fully functional vessels lying in wait for habitation.

The Wie'ama tried to be helpful, knowing that they had months more on their mission before they could begin to return to civilisation as they knew it. Therefore, when Human Jor entered the rec room, all Wie'ama raised their heads and opened their arms in welcome. "Human Jor... do you need anything to help your mood?"

Human Jor stood there for a long time. Her expressive face said more than her mouth ever would. Her expressions journeyed through, "Aaw, you're so sweet," and, "I love you all," to, "But this is way too much for me to deal with." Her glance flitted between potential activities, and her expressions finished with a final, "I just can't right now."

"Tobequih... idofek..." A deep breath. An exhausted sigh, and a final, complete sentence. "I sleep now. Cya."

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