{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[brokencopy]

[B chews agitatedly on the end of his thumbnail, eyes narrowed at the puddle of chemical foam in front of him.]

Related to the temperature control issues, perhaps? Faulty wiring, or - something else breaking down.

[redactions]

We just checked the wiring.

[ They both did, and recently. ]

It must be something else.

[brokencopy]

Well, what then?

[B's voice comes out a little sharper than is typical for him - evidence of his mounting frustration. He scratches the top of his head, frowning.]

Fires don't just start without a cause. There has to be a catalyst of some kind at work here.

[redactions]

[ Jim's unruffled. This is very far from trying his patience. ]

I agree. Do you want to contact anyone you know on the other ships to ask if this is something the Atroma are doing?

[brokencopy]

I don't know anyone else on the other ships.

[B nibbles on the end of his thumbnail as he considers the rest of the question.]

Are you suggesting Atroma is responsible for setting the fires?

[redactions]

Around here? If there's no immediate discernible cause, there's a high chance it's them.

[brokencopy]

For what possible purpose? A drill of some sort?

[He's pretty sure that's not it.]