driftfleet | (no subject)

Who: Clay
Broadcast: Video, fleet-wide
Action: The Marsiva!
When: Jan 20th

[ It's odd waking up, mostly because Clay doesn't actually do it all that often. In fact he's fairly certain to date he's only ever woken up proper twice before now, and he doesn't recall having run out of power. He's actually doing quite well with that, but as he pushes himself up in bed he still reaches up unconsciously to lay a have over his chest to feel the warm thrum of the core within. Everything appears to be normal.

Everything but his surroundings anyway because those don't make any sense either now that he's starting to pay attention to them. Clay runs a hands through his hair out of reflex (he'd check for bumps or bruises if he thought he was capable of having them), takes a moment to let his lips purse at one side of his mouth, and then stands with a clap. ]

Guess I should see if anyone's home. [ Because he figures he must have been collected again somehow. Funny how that always seems to keep happening. ]

Hello~? [ Come out come out wherever you are... While he starts inspecting literally everything and anything he can get his curious hands on. ]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Hello! [a slightly young, cheerful sounding voice somes from the communicator, and whenever he sees it and picks it up, she waves]

I'm sorry it's not under the best circumstances, but welcome.

[ Well he'll hear it first for sure and immediately look towards the video screen...but that's blank. It takes him a moment longer to find the device on his person (and then to marvel at his suddenly knowing what it is and how to use it) before he manages a reply. ]

...Thank you. [ This is odd. ] I suppose things could be comfier.

[ah... whoops, she feels bad, wondering if she should have called out better instructions. But it seems like he found it :D]

Mm, it's true. The good news is, we've faced little physical danger in our time here, or at least any danger was avoidable.

But I'm afraid it comes at the cost of many comfort items. Things like showers are a precious resource here.

Is there a lack of water then...? [ That would be bad. He knows normal people need that very much to keep on living... Gasp What if there are no plants and trees out here?? ]

No, we don't run out of water very quickly, but the heat only lasts less than half an hour.

And we don't have to worry about running out of food, or anything like that. We're provided enough to be healthy, even if the consistency is... odd.

It sounds like the solution is to have quicker showers. Or baths. [ Not that he needs either mind you, but. ]

Yes, that's what we've been doing. But I know it bothers some people. [girlfriend don't try to distance yourself.......]

What about you? Do you mind it? [ Little miss young'in! ]

Well it's, ah... not important. Of course it's nice to be clean, but there are worse things to endure.

[yep yep, she looks a bit embarrassed. She doesn't want to be vain, but........... she does care]

[ It's too bad it's audio, he'd have liked to see her all flustered. Clay bets she looks adorable. ]

Oh, I'm sure. But most people would rank that higher up wouldn't they? Being clean is important.

It's a helpful thing, but at the end of the day nourishment, safety, and community are probably the most important thing? [hmm]

Although I suppose that could be debated.

Safety would be number one, right?

Yes, I think so.

[ah...] Oh I'm sorry, I think we might have gotten off topic.

That's alright; I enjoy conversing and meeting new people.

[phew, she sounds relieved] That's a good trait to have here. You end up sharing quite close quarters with your crew mates.