Welcome...

You are currently listening to: Popcorn by Electric Coconut

This is a rather remote sector of the Space Station, one you've never seen before. The paneling is dull, not the shiny, sterile newness of the main sectors. This area seems to be living quarters after the fashion of apartments. As you walk along, you can feel the floor give just slightly under your feet, creaking every so often. It seems safe enough, however. Battered old cleaning bots whirr by, happily cleaning as they have been for years.

You glance down at the piece of paper in your hand and double-check it with the faded black number on the plaque that hangs cock-eyed from the door in front of you. It's the same as the other doors in the hall except for the number: XA39726. You nod to yourself and knock lightly, wondering who will answer.

You hear nothing for a few moments, then a crash and a muffled curse. Startled, you listen to what sounds like a comedy skit going on behind the door, one bump and thump followed by another, intermingled with angry mumbling and smashing noises. Finally, the door hisses softly and slides sideways into the wall, revealing a harried-looking young grundo. She blinks at you in confusion, then her eyes register you and she stands up straighter, running a hand through her short hair to try to smooth it. The impression of decency she's trying to project is ruined by her slightly worn and oil-stained clothing and the bright pink streaks in her hair.

Nevertheless, you smile tightly and stick out your hand. "Are you, uh..." you consult the scrap of paper again, "Are you Kraxatone?" She nods fervently, grinning, and takes your hand to shake it, nearly pulling a gasp out of you at the strength of her grip. "Yeah, Toni. That's me. What can I do for you?"

You shake your head, doubtful. "Well, I was looking for a ship's mechanic..." Her face brightens even more, if possible, and she claps her hands together happily. "Yup, that's me, too. Best mechanic on the Station, if I do say so myself." She smiles and glances behind her. "I would invite you in, but its kind of a mess...unless you don't mind?"

You shake your head, unable to keep from smiling back. She's just so cheerful! She grins and turns to lead you in. The apartment is small and cluttered, but comforting in its sense of home. You seat yourself carefully on a squishy couch, avoiding sitting on the countless books and papers that cover it. Most of them look like manuals and ship diagrams, but a few seem to be about the Space Faerie. You pick one up curiously, browsing what appears to be a speculative history of said faerie.

Toni sits across from you and grins when she sees what you're looking at. "Oh, yeah, I really love the Space Faerie, by the way. She's saved my hide more than once. See, my hair even looks a bit like hers, yeah?" She gestures to her head, and you have to admit that the style is similar.

More later.

[Name] Kraxatone
[Age] 34838
[Gender] Female
[Species] Grundo
[Color] White
[Owner] Maught
[Eyes] Pinkish Red
[Level] 1

[Status] Single; looking when she gets bored.
[Personality] Cheerful, happy-go-lucky, spunky, mischievious, fun-loving, energetic, adventurous, spirited, spontaneous. Also loves her work.
[Bio] Kraxatone, Toni, as her friends call her, is a resident of the Space Station. She is a sometimes-musician and ship's mechanic for hire, and refers to herself as "spacepunk". Whatever that means... She also loves the Space Faerie.

[Skin] White w/ivory shadows.
[Eyes] Pinkish-red, pupil-less.
[Hair] Short black w/wide pink stripes.
[Stature] Small, very skinny. Arms are lightly muscled from mechanic work.
[Style] Bright-color-happy-punk. The "candy" look. Rainbows, beads, stars, and hearts. Common colors are rainbow, blue & yellow, and pink.