ataraxion | 009

[Guess who doesn't deal well with uncomfortable changes in his environment? This guy. Temper frayed to the last strand, it's time for a grumpy rant.]

Yes, it's bloody hot. We all know it's bloody hot. Considering the Agriculture staff are now stuck working in what's turned into the equivalent of the Australian rainforest, you don't have to keep coming and telling us.

I'd also appreciate a stop in the more direct complaints about it, please. I can't fix a problem if the ship isn't registering it as a problem. I've been checking the climate controls here & in engineering regularly since this started, and they are still cheerfully informing me that we're at a comfortable twenty degrees Celsius. And yes, I've gone through the system several times over. There are no errors.

[A pause, because maybe that was information he should have kept to himself. Or taken to one of the ship's more leader-type figures. Or just had a little more tact in sharing.

But then he decides he's just too overheated to summon up any care about it.]

I'm sure I should be taking that as unsettling, but I'm honestly too hot to summon up the energy to get spooked by it right now.

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well everything there does try to kill people and i've heard this ship is like that. totally works.

is everyone usually this happy to just complain? because i am pretty sure i almost tried to slap a teenage boy through my space phone for it and i'm usually pretty relaxed.

If I were in a more forgiving mood I might explain something about how it's the only outlet for the frustration of being unable to control anything that we go through here.

But I'm not feeling particularly forgiving. Though I prefer simply walking away over slapping anyone.

hey i get needing outlets. i get not feeling forgiving though too.

yeah i didn't actually slap him. the heat's getting to me too or it wouldn't have really been an option

Just as well. He might have enjoyed it.

i am all for people embracing their kinks, but teenage boys are not mine

I suppose we'd best find you someone else to slap, then.

there's always someone who needs it

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