Excuse me!
You're staff on this ship, yes? Sorry to bother you while cleaning, but you really remind me of two friends of mine, so would it be okay if I took a picture with you? I promise I won't publish it anywhere, but of course I'd understand if it made you uncomfortable regardless, so I wanted to ask first.
Setting: Anchors Aweigh! Where: Ship hallways, somewhere in the vicinity of the Observation Lounge When: Day 121, 7:30AM Who: Lavender Hillingdon, The Cleaner (Artem Elegy)
The Cleaner works from midnight to 8AM on average, so they’re just about finished with their shift when Lavender approaches. They raise their head from their task—polishing the tile floor of a high-traffic walkway—as she addresses them.
They loom over her as they turn, dwarfing Lavender by nearly a foot. Their eyes narrow into smiling crescents as their gaze meanders from the girl’s face to her phone and back again. Without speaking, they nod and gesture for her to come closer.
