four ☀ voice

[deshabille]

Who: Maladicta & u
Broadcast: Fleetwide!
Action: if you want!! she's on the caprine!!!
When: rite meow, since this is a thing we say now

I believe Sergeant Polly Perks has left the Fleet.

[There is a brief pause here, less to signify anything like grief or sorrow and more to allow space for a subject change.]

I probably should have brought this up earlier, but in the interests of being fully prepared for all eventualities - what technologies or techniques are used in the future to revitalize dead land? I'm assuming even in space you have to feed people.

. . . I'd ask if there's a way to replicate these bizarre cubes outside of the Fleet, but I don't think the people of Borogravia would put up with a diet that didn't consist of 50% potatoes.

Comments

[deshabille]

No, nor that. I think . . . it would be nice to say she just went home, but that may be wishful thinking.

[iamawaited]

[He mulls on this for a moment, but what he makes of it is difficult to determine. It's not that Nux is hard to read -- it's that his face somehow goes past open book into something so open that it's still being written.

The information is taken, absorbed, maybe not entirely processed before he moves on.]

That's what you gotta do. Get to the water.

[deshabille]

Get to the water.

Melted snow, maybe.

[iamawaited]

...yeah. That.

[He has no idea what you just said, Mal.]

[deshabille]

. . . Snow is frozen water.

[iamawaited]

Right.

[He knows what water is...?]

Frozen snow.

[deshabille]

No, no. Listen. When it gets very cold, right, water gets cold, too, and it changes from water into something else. Ice or snow. Hard and cold and white. Happens in the mountains.

[iamawaited]

How cold's very cold?

[He seems mildly skeptical. It gets pretty cold out in the desert, okay!]