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[nostraightlines]

Who: José Ramse and YOU
Broadcast: fleetwide text
Action: the Starstruck
When: now!

Celeste Blackwell went home. At least, I figure that's where they sent her. So much for my plan to be as boring as possible to get sent back.

...

Does anyone here know where I could get sleeping pills or anything like that?


[ Ramse can be found on the bridge of the Starstruck, staring down at the unfortunate moon. He's definitely in a mood. ]

Comments

[nostraightlines]

Is that right? Thank you. I haven't been down there yet, maybe I should take a trip.

[ecclesiophobic]

Not a problem, I know how it is not to sleep. If you go, don't forget your mask. The air's every bit as horrible as they say. If you're not accustomed to foul air you'll regret it in your first breath.

[nostraightlines]

I won't forget it. Breathing is kind of important to me.

You've been down already? Do they have decent food?

[ecclesiophobic]

A man never knows with this lot.

You've asked the wrong person. Food's not spoiled and I haven't noticed any rationing, but that's the extent to what I've observed. Haven't eaten any myself.

[nostraightlines]

Yeah, I know what you mean. There are a few on my ship I wouldn't trust to wear the mask.

I'll probably try it. The protein stuff on the ships is gross.

[ecclesiophobic]

Even fewer that wouldn't need to. I know one of those myself.

Is it?

[nostraightlines]

I don't think I know anyone who wouldn't need the mask.

You don't think so?

[ecclesiophobic]

Might be surprised at that.

It isn't rotten and I'm not still hungry after. That's good enough for me.

[nostraightlines]

I'm pretty sure everyone I know breathes.

Guess I got used to decent food in the place I was before here. Might serve me to get used to crap again, but. We'll see what the moon's serving. You want to join me?

[ecclesiophobic]

Have you checked?

Dinner with the devil it is. We can meet planet-side and I'll give you the sleep aids then.