Heather Mason (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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ataraxion2012-09-10 10:25 am
sweetmotherofgod) wrote in ataraxion2012-09-10 10:25 am
video + conscription
[Passengers who've met Heather before might notice she's a bit paler and a bit darker around the eyes than usual. Passengers who haven't are about to get a charming introduction, if it's delivered in a slightly flatter, wearier tone than her usual.]
Been a while since I've done one of these, so I should probably introduce myself. Heather Mason. I'm a double-oh-two and I work in the gardens, which is why I'm speaking to you today.
The oxygen gardens are what keep us all breathing and eating stuff that doesn't come in a vacuum pack. They're not a petting zoo. There are four of us trying to keep that place running and it's hard enough without worrying about the crops getting eaten or kicked over or people's pets trying to kill each other. So here's the deal: You're keeping something in the gardens? Drugs, pets, livestock. Dinosaurs. Congratulations. Now you work there. I don't want to hear any bitching, either. We all depend on the oxygen gardens to keep us alive, so if you're taking more out of them than anybody else, you need to put more in.
Oh, and if what you've got in there might cause damage to what someone else has there? It's your job to make sure that doesn't happen, not anybody else's. Come on.
[She'd add that the people she's just conscripted should contact her for details but... well, they might take that as an invitation not to.]
Been a while since I've done one of these, so I should probably introduce myself. Heather Mason. I'm a double-oh-two and I work in the gardens, which is why I'm speaking to you today.
The oxygen gardens are what keep us all breathing and eating stuff that doesn't come in a vacuum pack. They're not a petting zoo. There are four of us trying to keep that place running and it's hard enough without worrying about the crops getting eaten or kicked over or people's pets trying to kill each other. So here's the deal: You're keeping something in the gardens? Drugs, pets, livestock. Dinosaurs. Congratulations. Now you work there. I don't want to hear any bitching, either. We all depend on the oxygen gardens to keep us alive, so if you're taking more out of them than anybody else, you need to put more in.
Oh, and if what you've got in there might cause damage to what someone else has there? It's your job to make sure that doesn't happen, not anybody else's. Come on.
[She'd add that the people she's just conscripted should contact her for details but... well, they might take that as an invitation not to.]
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Trapped by a conscience. Happens to the best of us. [ never works out how you planned. ] Last time that happened to me, I was starving but I tried to cater to some old lady that wanted to add my friends and I to her collection. Believe me when I say, it was not a harmless stamp gathering.
Yeah, Mrs. O'Leary. She was a gift. Anyway, when you get beyond the buckets of drool, she's great. She's also the only one I'd leave unattended around anyone. They're not usually friendly.