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[Timed an hour or so after Resnik's announcement. Most people should be asleep still, Taylor hopes, but it'd only take a few people jumping the gun before they had a chaotic mess. They'd managed to avoid anything like that so far, they didn't need it happening at the resolution of this situation.]

Passenger decks are secure. Power has been restored + lockdown lifted. People are free to return to their rooms. Orderly + calm. Request assistance restoring O2 gardens to prior condition. Supplies need to be returned to original departments. Don't just leave your shit for agriculture to clear up. O2 gardens keep us all alive.

[And one last part, added after a moment of reluctance.]

Advise caution re: masks. No apparent threat or danger detected. But we've got no fucking idea where they came from. All know how this shit goes by now.

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Gardens aren't that small. Best place on the ship most of the time.

sounds like we have something in common

Spent a good deal of my time being a hot water bottle.

They are nice though. I think Edgar enjoyed them. What about your dogs?

Edited 2012-11-04 03:28 (UTC)

hopefully people are smart enough not to screw up the plantlife that helps feed them

... hopefully

At least everything went smoother than usual.

Well, that clinches it.

I can help.
After I grab a few hours sleep.

Clinches what?

Don't think everyone realizes shit like that. So far. Still waiting for something to drop.

You need more than a few.

Space is normal for you right? Ever hear anything like this at all?

[She means the entire situation on the ship, not just the masks or the recent lockdown.]

Maybe.

[She doesn't really want to get into that topic too much. Easier to ignore the fact that it still hurt.]

Didn't have much time to enjoy anything.

[Patrolling, guarding, on high alert for threats. Not that there had been any, in the end.]

But I take them down there everyday. They miss being outside.

It can wait.

Wait until you're burnt out + useless? How many depts were you even helping out?

I have not.
But I am also unable to confirm it's impossibility. The Tranquility has only continued to provide scenarios for which there can be no comparison or equivalent. Situations that would be considered impossible have become commonplace.

We're going to have to start getting you to more parties-- and before you say it, they're parties here so you know with our luck any party will get broken up by everything going wrong.

Nothing happened at yours.

[And it was so uncomfortable, Jenna.]

Do what?

Comparison + equivalent in some people's worlds. Some of the shit picked straight up from them. Maybe that's the issue.

I imagine they do. They wouldn't be alone in that.

[another thing he fully understands]

anyway since things arent as stupid i can meet you sometime, work something out

if anything drops, let us know

I'm sure we're all ready for something to go wrong

[ on the opposite end of the feed, there is the smallest tilt of his head. ]

If you would clarify?

Ship grabs shit from other worlds. People + objects + demons + crazy fog worlds. Maybe the rest is from other worlds too. Somewhere down the line. Just haven't got any people around that recognize it. Or say anything.

Sure.

[Not the kind of thing she's going to keep to herself. And if it's big enough they'll need the whole SEC team on it anyway.]

Hope so. Seems like no matter how fucked up shit gets, we still get a couple being stupid.

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