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[angerissues]

[ The first thing that can be seen when the feed clicks on is a shitload of green. Then Mason shifts the comm so it's focused on him. ] So, this oxygen garden. How's it work? Is there someone that takes care of it and decides who gets to plant what, or is it more a community free for all? [ He needs to try to plant some Wolfsbane because when it runs out, life is going to suck. Not only for him but for everyone on board. ] And if someone's in charge of it, could somebody tell me how to get a hold of them?






ooc: open to action with whoever might be in/near the oxygen garden!

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[angerissues]

Either that or they pumped some kind of hallucinogen into the air system. Which wouldn't surprise me, honestly.

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[wont]

[ Alayne clears her throat politely. She's unfamiliar with many of the words people say on the ship. ]

A 'ha-lu-cinogen'? [ She sounds the word out carefully, mindful not to sound foolish. ] You will forgive me, I do not know the word.

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[angerissues]

Seriously? [ It's curiosity, not judgement, that colors his tone. ] Okay, well, you know what hallucinations are? When you see something that's not really there? Hallucinogens are things that can cause them; outside influences instead of just your brain going haywire. Usually it's a drug of some kind.

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[wont]

So— [ Alayne goes quiet as she thinks; her words tiptoe, careful to find their meaning. ] —it is something given, to sup or to drink. Like sweetsleep or Milk of the poppy. Only instead of rest, it provides waking dreams.

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[angerissues]

I can't say I've ever heard of either of those, but yeah, that's what it does.

[wont]

Is that what you believe this all to be— a waking dream?

[angerissues]

[ That seems about as plausible to him as it being the afterlife does. ] Not really, no. It was just a joke.

[wont]

Oh. [ Alayne feels quite foolish now, having proven both ignorant and blind to his joke. Still, she plays it off lightly with a laugh. ]

It would not seem a strange as any other tale I have heard since waking. Where I am from, there are no ships which sail from star to star, nor ships made wholly of metal at all. To be here at all seems nothing less than magic.

[angerissues]

I guess that's definitely one option, yeah. Makes way more sense than some unknown person managing to kidnap everyone from different places as frequently as they seem to.