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[puppydogeyes]

[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.

Comments

[verylittlesugar]

Mister Lahey brought a number of things with him, he may be of some help. Though I do think we shall have to wash all the blankets and linens.

Why?

[puppydogeyes]

We'll put a collection point together.
Where we had distribution before.
If you want to point him that way.

That's a shitload of laundry.
Guess we'll deal with it if it comes to that.

Fucked if I know.
Ship screwing with us again.

[verylittlesugar]

I will do so, and bring what leftovers I have as well, that I do not need for my own camp.

I can request help for the laundering, if you would like.

[ Miss Tyke, your language! ] There are many days I do not like this place at all.

[puppydogeyes]

If you want.
Not going to be that much work.
Just getting it all to the machines.
Think there's enough of them to have it all going at once.

Starting to think that's the point.