audio: un: goodvibes

[aurable]

Hello! My name is Drift, and unfortunately, I'm more used to writing speeches than giving them. [ An agonizingly chipper voice comes through that might make you think of a substitute teacher trying too hard. ] Ordinarily, I avoid starting with negativity, especially in greeting, but this felt urgent. I apologize in advance if this is detrimental to anyone attempting to regain a more positive outlook after having gone through the ordeal that was our arrival.

It has come to my attention that the mess hall in the southeastern wing accommodates the specific needs of newcomers. Otherwise, fantastic news, but I'm compelled to warn everyone here now: If you come across any containers with a somewhat viscous or luminous quality that could be anything from purple, pink, orange, or green?

Do. Not. Drink. It.

Actually, you would be doing me a favor if you avoided touching it at all and contacted me immediately. In all likelihood, that's a container of Energon or a similar substance, and it is remarkably toxic to humans. I say 'remarkably' because the poor medical staff would only be able to remark on how quickly your internal organs coagulated into sludge after the first gulp.

It's perfectly safe if it's unopened, but to err on the side of caution, I'd ask it be removed by either myself or someone with experience in hazardous materials if you come across it.

[ Drift clears his 'throat' which sounds more like machinery venting overlaid with the sound of cough. ]

On a lighter note, I'd like to explore the possibility of scheduled team-building exercises. Making full use of the station's training and simulation rooms for more regimented practice and possible meditation for those who need it couldn't hurt.

Comments

[aurable]

The Doctor? [ Of what, he thinks before someone says 'oh not this again' and the laugh track can be played. ]

I mean, no, but I'd like to stress not starving to death should typically trump curiosity. I'd be happy to provide a small sample for study, not consumption.

[lateness]

That's right, hello!

[ Oh, please. He just so delights in hearing that Question these days, honestly. Doctor who? Yes, it's quite a thrill. ]

Ah! You know, I did wonder why it might have found its way to the kitchens, but then my own kitchen wandered its way to the library one time so I thought it might be rude to assume.

So this is a food-source for your kind, then?

[aurable]

Hello. [ Drift gives the tiniest wave. ]

You're correct, and it's rationed on our planet because of resource depletion. We have other ways of refueling, but we can't always rely on supply drops.

And, I'm sorry...your kitchen wandered?

[lateness]

Yes, it does that sometimes. [ The way he speaks, one can almost imagine him waving a hand dismissively like it really ain't no thang. ] Incredibly frustrating when you want a midnight snack.

Now — I wonder, what sort of resources do you require? Is it something we might find on the station? The other sort of foodstuffs the rest of us Orbers eat are also being rationed at the moment, but I thought I'd ask.

[aurable]

Sounds like a story. [ Drift doubts very much that is was not 'just some thing.' But what does he know about organics? ]

Ah, no. Thank you, but we're pretty low maintenance as far as the 'crew' here goes. You should really worry more about yourselves, we don't want to be a bother.