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name of your muse. Feldt Grace.

one picture you like best of your muse/fc.

two headcanons you have for your muse that you never told anyone.

Her 'real' name is Anabel, but she wouldn't respond if someone addressed her by it. To her, Feldt is her name.

Ever since Christina's death, Feldt has spent more than a few hours reading through fashion magazines and browsing online catalogues. It helps her feel just a little closer to her dear friend.

three things that your muse loves doing in their free time. She honestly enjoys the work that's assigned to her, so if she has free time and nothing to do with it, she'll usually be found on the bridge.

four people that your muse loves. It's hard to pick specific people - she loves everyone on the Ptolemy, past and present. They're her family. If I had to specify, I'd probably say Christina, Lichty, (Neil) Lockon, and maybe Sumeragi/Mileina/Setsuna.

three fond childhood memories.

Anything she can recall involving her parents.

The very first time she was allowed to do something advanced on her own.

Christina doting on her. While sometimes she could be taken a little out of her comfort zone, Feldt appreciated having those memories to look back on.

two things that your muse regrets.

She wonders if she couldn't have been more receptive to early attempts to get her out of her shell. Would she have been a better friend? Could she have been a better person? In this, she tries not to dwell too much.

It often occurs to her that she never outwardly expressed how much her friends and family had meant to her until it was too late. She knows, logically, that it's not something she can help, but it still nags at her.

one thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change. If it were possible, she'd want to save everyone from the first Ptolemy. I don't think she could pick just one person, though - they all meant a lot to her in many different ways.

Tampering? That didn’t sound good.

"Someone inside the ship?" He asked.

He ran through the possibilities in his mind. Saji? Maybe, but red Haro was keeping close tabs on him. Lyle? Well, everyone knew that he was in Katharon, except Setsuna guessed that Lyle didn’t know that they knew, since he kept trying to secretly contact them. Marie? She might still be loyal to the A-Laws, no matter what Allelujah said.

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She shook her head. "I don't know yet. It could just be a malfunction     in the hardware," Turning back to the screen, Feldt continued,     "but so far, I haven't found any issues." She'd sent Haro out a     while ago to check them, too, but nothing had turned up.

   Personal issues…? Mm. It’s probably in his best interest not to pry any further. What matters is that Ian’s presently occupied and is thus unable to be of any assistance to him. His own hand rests atop the seat closest to him, supporting him.

      「ＧＮ」— ❝ I was having a bit of trouble flying earlier. I wanted him to check on my Gundam. ❞

   He turns his head to the side, as if what he’s referring to is just beyond the wall he sees.

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Trouble... ? She mentally runs through the possibilities. It could     be something as simple as needing to be recalibrated, or even     minor damage within the equipment. Depending on the severity,     she could diagnose and repair it herself, but if it's more serious...

Sumeragi sighed at the meek thanks, feeling the tremors running through Feldt.

"You can *die* from this, Feldt…!"

Deep breathing, she steadied her tone.

"There are people here who would be utterly crushed if we had to bury you."

She took a breath again.

"I’m one of them….I will stay with you through the examination so that I can hear what Dr. Moreno says and assure that you adhere to it. And I’m also going to start watching you more. And you are to let me do both without question—that’s an order, too."

They reached sickbay and Sumeragi could swear the Doctor’s eyes widened behind his sunglasses.

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The pink haired girl obediently allowed herself to be led      across the ship, listening quietly to Sumeragi speak.     She wasn't so sure that it was lethal -- if it were, wouldn't     she have exhibited symptoms before? Of course, not all     illnesses showed up until later in life, but --

 "Okay." In the end, she supposed it was better that it had     been Sumeragi to find her this way. Christina already     worried about her enough as it was. If things continued     the way they were, the entire bridge would be hovering     over her shoulder, waiting for her to keel over.

    She truly appreciated the concern, at least.

   The slide of an automatic door is heard. He slips through, looking around the cockpit for any sign of what—or who—-he’s searching for. Lips purse into a slight pout. A hushed sigh escapes him.

      — …not here.

   Before he turns to leave, however, a familiar lock of pink whips past his line of sight. The Meister hovers towards her, donning his usual expression that attempts to mask the curiosity in his stare.

      「ＧＮ」— ❝ Where’s Ian? ❞

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Blunt as always. Feldt pushes away from the console with one     hand to face him, the other gripping to the edge to anchor herself.     "Mileina's having some personal issues. Since Linda's not here,      he's trying to help." She had offered to take care of it, but she'd     ended up with supervision duty instead.

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Feldt had grown up among Haros - they had been charged     with keeping her out of trouble and entertained many times     as a child, and as she got older, they had become a source     of comfort when she had few friends to rely on. Orange     Haro had always been her favourite.

You need to try to make light conversation with people.

Sumeragi’s words echoed through Setsuna’s head. Feldt was very quiet. Setsuna was not much better. He didn’t think of himself as a quiet person, but apparently he came across as nearly mute, and also short with people when he did open his mouth.

Well, there was no harm in it.

"What are doing?"

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Feldt blinked. She'd expected that he'd turn on his heel     and leave once he'd accomplished what he'd come     here to do -- but he was still here. And... making     small talk?

She floundered a little. It had gotten easier to talk with     the others over the years, but it was hard to completely     shake the somewhat debilitating shyness that had     followed her from childhood.

And she probably looked very foolish, gaping at him     like he had spoken some dead language. Right.

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Don't ask about the tail. Don't ask him about the tail.     You've seen stranger things than boys with primate     features.

Sumeragi sighed. Feldt’s low self-esteem was going to be the death of her one day, and she didn’t know how to tell her that in a way that would get it through her head.

"I can have someone come in and watch for a little while….There is no other you of you die from stubbornness!"

It hit her then like a train—so this was what Christina was dealing with. It wasn’t just a lack of drive to do frivolous things, but a complete and total lack of self-worth so deep that she couldn’t see that she was indeed cared about.

Sumeragi moved the offered hand, still extended, “I don’t know what we’d do without you. You need to listen to me. Humans die if they don’t eat, drink or sleep. Depending on which combination of these you may be very sick.”

She took a deep breath and narrowed her eyebrows, “Let me take you to sickbay! Captian’s orders!”

If nothing else, she hoped that pulling rank would work.

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Try as she might, it seemed Feldt just wasn't getting out of it.

She felt guilty -- it was her own negligence that had caused     the illness, and now she was inconveniencing the rest of     the crew with it. The pink haired girl nodded mutely after     a long moment, lifting her hand to grip on to the one offered     to her. It wouldn't do much to argue, anyway.

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Feldt gingerly accepted the canteen, flipping open the    top to sniff the contents. It didn't smell alcoholic, at    least. After last time....