Struggling Mry 3

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska is now undertaking another exercise. What is it you ask? Something that would help him remember names and faces. In other words. He's pulling Mail duty across the ship. Ferrying messages - no matter how trivial they are across the ship to other people. Interestingly this also helps him with his navigation skills.]

Mreow?

[He's looking up at you curiously. Do you have a letter you want for him to send to someone? Are you getting a letter? Do you just want to scratch him behind the ear because of that adorable postman's hat somebody decided to make for him just for this occassion?]

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[space_macgyver]

C'mon little guy, let me help you.

Now, what do you have here?

[Lowe's going to pick the letter up from the bag and read it.]

[russianbluerobo]

[The letter reads as thus:

'You have that Power Loader with a really big sword, right?

Care to practice? I need some training.

P.S. Need to figure out when.

From: Richard']

[Vlaska's looking up curiously at Lowe, as if waiting to see if the mechanic wished to have him send a response.]

[space_macgyver]

[Read read.]

Woah, that guy really loves him some swords, huh.

You want an answer now, right? Here you go!

[Lowe hastily writes down something, pulls out a sheet from his notepad and puts it in Vlaska's mailbag.

It says:
"Sure, I'm up for it anytime! As long as there's no aliens or other bad guys around attacking, at least."]

[russianbluerobo]

[Vlaska lets out a happy meow and goes scampering off to look for Richard. He comes back for a moment to butt his head against Lowe's leg in a friendly manner before rushing off again.]

[space_macgyver]

There he goes! Wonder will he find Richard...

Wait a sec! How will he know my mail's addressed to him? I didn't even sign it!