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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I don't think I could write you a reference based on those skills.

Oh you could, it's just that it might not considered applicable.

Though I suppose you could say that I work well with tools...

--not that you are a tool.

That you have one.

--yeah none of that is sounding good. I should shut up.

Edited 2014-01-18 19:21 (UTC)

It was a good try. Maybe without the heat melting things so much, we can work on smoothing that sort of thing out.

Yeah, I could go for that.

At least my room's an icebox, right now. I can make things warmer, at least, in a lot of ways.

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