Reverie

[Hey everyone, it's your favorite grumpy superhero teacher on the network again. Only this time, it's audio, because ain't nobody got the time to type in this situation. A man might very well die if he doesn't act fast.]

This is Eraserhead, requesting emergency assistance on Deck Six.
( cut for reference to mild gore? )

I suppose now is as good of a time to mention it as any -- if only to keep track of the station and its oddities. It took me sometime to mull over the experience, but I shall share.

Three days ago, I became violently ill due to consuming what the replicators provided me. A matter I'd been concerned with for sometime. Though I thought it safe, it seems unfortunately whatever agent or curse was placed on what I received was undetectable.

Last night, I experienced a hallucination, or what I presume to be one. It was my mother, who has been deceased for little over two months now. She spoke things she would not normally say.

It's difficult to say if I was delirious. I don't believe I was and I felt sound of mind at the moment, but who's to say. I believe completely that the intent of either who is running this station or the station itself saw fit to play unnecessary tricks, though I suppose we have no way of knowing for certain at the moment.

I do not wish to cause concern regarding the replicators, but you must know the risk of using them. I suppose some of you already do.

If you've any questions, I will answer. I believe I summarized sufficiently.

( they’re standing in front of what looks to be a garden, even though it’s empty at present. miller is standing there in his porkpie hat and for once he looks… happy? he claps prax on the shoulder with a small smile and gestures back through like they should show everyone around. )

I told you we’d find it, didn’t I, botanist?

( prax is smiling, too, eyes not focused on the camera but on the rows of hydroponic installations. )

You did. ( that’s soft. a little more firmly, addressing not just miller even though he still isn’t looking at the camera: ) This is enough space to ensure food supply and air filtration, if we’re creative. And if the seeds are still viable, there’s almost enough to fill the spaces in the mess hall tables and the corridors, too.

( and the chapel, don’t sue him for forgetting that. )

Potatoes, mushrooms. ( and then, with obvious pleasure: ) Soy.

( miller raises his arms up to the ceiling in apparent victory, just as excited though he doesn’t know dick about gardening. )

Air is good, isn’t it? Air is nice. ( he addresses his smartwatch again after the brief distraction, ) That doesn’t mean you assholes can smoke, got it? Keep it classy, Inners. We’ll keep everyone breathing easy with these greens, but you all have to do your part and not fuck it up.

( prax nods. he wouldn’t have put it in those terms but yeah. ) We’ll need to test these seeds for viability. Plant them, if they are. Figure out the proper mineral solution needed for long-term stability.

( he glances at miller, then - finally - at the camera. he looks hopeful. ) This is good.

( miller nods at prax a final time and gets a last word in before cutting the feed: ) We all might not die. ( his optimism truly is something to be admired, isn’t it? )

This is YoRHa Unit 9S reporting in.

How is everyone doing today? I'm sure you're all still pretty tired.

[9S is at the center of the screen, an exhausted smile on his face. He never needed sleep, but the music alone had been enough to incessantly pull him out of his own thoughts, and aggravate what patience he had left. There was a sizable dent in his wall where he'd hit it, visible just over his shoulder.

But now that he could think clearly, he finally saw something that only he, as an android, could do. That realization left him with an odd spark of inspiration. Just sitting here, doing nothing around his creators had been so boring... He wasn't going to let this chance slip by.]

That's why I'd like to offer my assistance to everyone here. If you need any errands done, I'll take care of them for you. I mean...a lack of sleep does cause motor functions and cognitive abilities to deteriorate, so it's really for your own safety.

Anywayyy... [He takes in a deep breath and sighs.] Yeah!

I look forward to providing you support.

[9S raises his left hand to his chest in a salute.] Glory to Mankind!

[ ooc: if your character asks 9S to complete a task, I'll migrate to action with him either meeting your character with it completed, or to work on it. whatever works best! feel free to contact me at danderly ]