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[ex_varnish905]

This isn't the most pleasant of welcomes, is it? Symptoms seem to reflect impaired circulation to the brain. I'm no doctor, but I would suggest everybody increase their salt intake, orally or intravenously, and perhaps the ship-wide oxygen levels should be tested — independently of the regular instruments, if possible.

I have several questions:

Is it true that the higher floors are currently uninhabitable, and for what reason?

If I were looking to trade potentially valuable possessions or my artistic talents for some personal items I require, is there some sort of market or bartering system?

Is there any organized news system or newsletter circulated among ship residents or does blogging suffice? Is this network monitored? Censored?

Is there an agreed upon legal code or list of established rights of sapience (human or otherwise) that Security personnel enforce?

Thank you for your time.

Comments

[debts]

The news system is a good idea. I'm sure somebody in Communications has something to say.

Trading depends on what you're after.

[ex_varnish905]

Communications is the department in charge of the network, is it not?

I was hoping there might be some way to solicit trades without simply relying on the method of asking every individual individually.

[debts]

Efficiency isn't a strong suit. People here take on a more communal effort.

[ One that Natasha only tangentially has enough fucks to give about. (Good or not good isn't really a judgement that applies.) A beat, then: ]

If you want a weapon, you can ask Gunnery.

[ Assuming. Most people worry about that first. Natasha doesn't really count herself outside of that number, either. ]

[ex_varnish905]

I'm afraid I'm not great with a gun. I was actually hoping for something to help me sleep.

[debts]

You don't find being stuck in a drifting space vessel calming?

[ex_varnish905]

Entirely odd, isn't it. One would think it would combine with this bout of seemingly incurable illness to leave me positively narcoleptic.

[debts]

No such luck. I'm thinking of running headlong into a brick wall to solve my problems.

[ex_varnish905]

Brutally effective. I'm going to keep trying my luck seeking out pharmaceuticals.

[debts]

If you come across any spares, I'd owe you.

[ex_varnish905]

I'll look extra hard just for you.

[ or because she does so enjoy being owed a favour. ]