-INCOMING TRANSMISSION-
"Uh, is this thing on?
Oh, right.
Good morning, crew! It is Day 1,136 aboard Space Station Thirteen. It has been.. *ahem* one day since the last accident. Weather is clear with a slight chance for meteor showers.
And now, onto suggestions from the suggestion box!
'The Captain needs to change his name to Dicklo-' That's enough of the suggestion box for today.
Important Announcement!
The special for today is Spaghetti and Meatballs. Yum!
Please, if you know anything about where all the shoes are going, please contact security.
Avoid Sector three as constructions are going on there.
Sigh. Ireally don't get payed enough for this job. The time is 0800, have a nice day, crew.
This concludes the daily broadcast from your Captain. And please, please try not to defecate inside the chapel."
-END TRANSMISSION-
And so begins another day aboard SS 13. The crew members aboard the station are getting to work. Have a good day, crew, and try not to get gibbed!
Important things to note: The solar dishes have been acting a little bit wonky. Engineers are working on it.
An infestation of space rats has invaded random areas of the station. Watch out for those little buggers.
Shoes are going missing. Don't know why. They just are.
Quote of the Day: "If you put camo on something your swag levels go through the roof. Fact."
My name, good sir or madam, is Sir Beowulf The Third, Esquire, I expect you to call me as so.
Cut cut cut cut. Followed my a long intake of breath. Ayo raises her head, her eyes red and crazy. She inhales for what seems like five minutes, not taking a moment to really breath. Then she lets out a breath. It seemed like she was trying to say something, but mid-way through she breaks down into a fit of incoherent giggling, and passes the crack straw onto the next person.
The Janitor sat in it's stasis pod, awaiting orders.
First chance Logan got in the morning he went to the station botanic on a shopping errand. He took a deep relaxed breath when he felt something good in the air and walked in casually.
"Morning. I'd like to get a few things since I am out of.... "medicine" heh."
I think I clicked something wrong. I am not Bruce Wayne. -_-'
Observatorium Imaginarium, not study, not office, no a place with deep introvert diving should have a name fitting of that ambition. Once he petitioned that it should be engraved on the door, twice to the suggestion box, but all times denied with the explanation that a number and initials would suffice. It's interior hinted professionality, following the left wall was a bookcase stretching the entire side. Phineas had a marvelous book collection, useless ofcourse but for every book he had a digital copy. Phineas would say that the books would add to the soothing atmosphere where information was passed. Now actually opening one of the books would be out of the question as the Imaginarium would ironically not be considered a library. Centered in the room was his desk made out of plastic, but made into appearing as an oakwood table. Finally the right side of the room was the therapeutic part, the part that indoubtely hosted the most expensive equipment in the room. The Levi-Bed had recieved its name from the feeling of weightlessness it induced on its occupier. It was a standard looking treatment bed, long enough to situate above average height and wide enough so a normal sized person would fit. On either side were sockets spacious enough to place your arms. For the levi-bit it was due to materiel of which the bed was made of. That materiel, that by no means was easy to come by, was very light and formable. So when a patient laid in the bad he would initially sink as the materiel compensated for weight, shape and pressure. Then by the press of a button a gas, harmless in studies, would fill the materiel and making it rise until it's as its been described becomes fluffy. The patient at this point would feel the sensation of resting on a cloud so to say, the slogan of the product made by a multi-world company. That feeling differed among people, one patient had actually vomited from the experience, while another got a bit to comfortable XXX when Phines walked out for a quick arrend.
His office was located on the crossroad between the command center, Med & Research and Sector 3 now under heavy maintenance. The hallway that connected these areas passed the office. This particular morning Phineas sat by his desk matching his left eye blinking to the thumbing outside. Why was it so necessary to work this close to his office he pondered. Soon the psychiatrist would need a psychiatrist. And that be that Forcefully he made it out of his chair. Perhaps a morning spent at the diner would make this trumming go away. Beep and the doors opened, not perfecly he noted, a suggestion for the suggestion box would be in order if disregarding his track record of succesful inquiries. Still he would make the suggestion he thought to himself as he made his way towards the diner.
The AI of the station was checking her camera's when she noticed the rather clear rule breaking going on... Though it was more about them not doing their jobs than simply intoxicating themselves, though that was frowned on. "May I remind the crew that being intoxicated DURING work hours is against station rules..." She started as the top half of her body showed up on screen, looking towards the pair getting high in one of the labs... Really it was like even Sec hardly did any work ever since they got a botanist...She was risking the entire mission, she must be dealt with-, naa, she will just report her if she did it again...
Meanwhile Hojo was busy drawing something up in his lab, a maddening smile on his face as he laugh menacingly while the lights flickered on and off above, his golden eyes the only thing sticking out within the second of darkness! "ITs done... The plans are finished!!!" He held them up like holding up a trophy "My designs for a sec robot are complete! Thank you Jax for adding to the effect" Jax looked over to its master, his large hand using its pinky and thumb to turn the lights on and off before, but now turned them on and gave a cute "Bleep-wurrr~"
"I want you to go to the QM and ask him for the following things; One shipment of metal, one shipment of glass, one shipment of Ripley parts and finally a robotics shipment. Got that?" Jax nodded before rushing out of the door "And don't forget my COLA!" "Bleep!" With that Jax was off booking it down the hallway, its large fram thumping with each step it took, the only warning of its coming...
THE NET
Spoiler
As Ayo and her partner lounged around enjoying the effects of crudely constructed cocaine, she heard someone call for her on the upper deck. "Tch, man..." Ayo tried to stand, but being higher then a kite and missing a leg made that really difficult, and her partner was out cold. As Ayo struggled to reach the upper deck, she knocked over boxes, plants, and whole other assortment of random crap. Eventually, however, she managed to find her crutch and get up to the upper level... Though she forgot her clothing. "Eh? Who is it? Meds? Why you need meds? Who sent you? I don't got nothing for ya, get going." Ayo walked over to the phone and punched in some numbers. She did this for a little while until she got the right one; the Janitor. "Ayo, get your ass over to the botany lab and clean up my shit! I got stuff to do today and I don't like this crap!" Ayo bounced the phone off the ground and looked over to the other person. "S-s-sorry bout that. Wrong number. What chu need again?" Soon the janitor came into the room, freaking Ayo out. "Neh! Shit, what is that thing?!" The Janitor, a gelatine mass of transparent nanomachines, simply moved down towards the lower deck to clean up. Using a Foam Grenade; everything will be spotless.
"You know, you really should try to be a little less obvious. You know I am head of Security and can cause a lot of troubles for you right? ...Anyway, I'd like 100 Grams of your best weed and some Black Sunshine if you got some. Nice ass by the way."
Logan smiled casually, really what else would you expect from a botanist? He was not surprised.
"So is that crack good?"
I think I clicked something wrong. I am not Bruce Wayne. -_-'
Sergio Napolitano:
The air in the dinner was always saturated with the thickness of Napolitano's Famous Zuppa di Mistero, but today it was different. Today Sergio's superiors had asked him to change up the menu and add a little variety. "Variety? They should-a be grato they are eating at all!", he told them as any self-respecting and stubborn Intergalactic-Italian would have, "If they don't like what I cook they could just go and eat somewhere else!" Cook spaghetti and meatballs they told him, and when he tried to stand by his previous statement someone murmured something about deportation to which he responded, "Meatballs you said? I'll a-give you meatballs. But if anyone si lamenta about the taste, tomorrow I'll cook salt crackers and merda!" Now Sergio Napolitano (or as he was better known aboard the SS13, Chef Napolitano) was sitting alone on his kitchen waiting for the first crew member to appear and start babbling about how they were starving and how lucky they all were for having him on board. "I need to a robot to deal with all this stonzi."
David Smith:
David Smith was a hopeful man. From his point of view just the fact he got to be around so many people was something to be happy about. And not only did he get to be around the enormous crowd that formed the SS13 crew, he also got the privilege of getting to know them and spend time with them when they were on their most vulnerable and honest moments. Being the official legal representative for those who needed it on board of the Space Station Thirteen was like a dream come true for David. But he couldn't really think straight when he was hungry, so he decided that now was the time to go get a meal. He decided that he was going to go the dinner and get said meal.
Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it.
-Salvador Dalí
Ayo looked over at the guy, who looked a bit hazy in her eyes. She heard him just fine, however, and sniffed, wiping away a bit of cocaine on her upper lip. "Trouble? You know what's trouble? When you guys need this stuff and I don't have it. I'm experimenting, seeing, trying to make this stuff better. You engineers and scientist with your machines and shit spend years doing what I can do in minutes. You see this?" Ayo looked around on the groung and picked some some sort of inhaler. "Made this yesterday. New medicine, I call it Jet. Well, not new, but I made made made made-" Ayo spasm and repeated the word "made" for the next few minutes before the explosion caused by the janitor's foam grenade snapped her back to her "senses". "New stuff! Good for you gun types, you need all the help you can get. Make's you fast; dodge bullets and shit, quick draw and all that cal. Here, try, and wait here, I got another order to handle." Ayo left the Jet on the counter as she went to pick some Kush for the man. She might be scotty right now, but she could do her job under it's affects anyways. She didn't need a scale to know how much was a 100 grams of high quality kush. Once she put the greens into a sealed bag, and rummaged through the drawers for some tablets, since that's usually how she packs some sunshine. Unless she was using it, of course. Once she found what the guy wanted, she went over to him with a small baggy containing the stuff. "Aright, here's the shit. Normal pay out; your hat, or anything else you have." Ayo burped as the Janitor came out from the lower decks, finsihed with his cleaning job and returning to his post. "Unless you finally man upped and want to roll my oats, you brass quad."
Well it was the start of the day, it was probably going to be stressfull.
"....Fuck it, pass that shit over."
Logan took a nice long puff and made sure to enjoy it to the fullest before passing it back.
"Oh yeah, that's good, you know your shit. If anyone wants you out of the lab let me know and I am having him send to jail."
He was kidding..... probably.........
"Thanks for the medicine. Hey, if you decide to mix it up a little I got some quality liquor I don't mind sharing after work. There will be cigars and poker involved if you feel like it."
Logan took his "medicine" and the jet and put them away. After that he waved to Ayo and went on his way back to the office so he can start his paperwork and do his duties.
I think I clicked something wrong. I am not Bruce Wayne. -_-'
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