[ Even after the exhaustion of the prior day (the prior ten days), Jake awakens bright and early. Tired legs carry him to the kitchen, greeted with a sterile coldness that stood in contrast to memories spent in his kitchen back home. Here, the rays of early morning sunshine and blue-pink skies were replaced with stainless steel and shades of gray.
Still, there were other ways to bring warmth into an environment. Jake's nose draws him toward the spices, selecting ginger, clove, cinnamon... his tail begins to wag with sudden inspiration. An hour later, a video feed streams through to the network directly through Jake's eyes, seeing what he sees as he moves through the kitchen he's now accepted as his own. Sunshine or no sunshine. ]Good morning, everybody. Bet most of you are still sleepin', but... well, just wanted to say, it was pretty awesome seeing all of you in action the other day. I'm still getting to know most of you, but you're a group that's worth knowing.
[ Most of you, anyway. Jake sprinkles some flower over the table, smoothing it out with a smear of his paw. ]All that said, I know the last few days wasn't the perfect success a lot of you were gunning for. Some people got left behind that didn't wanna be. That's scary to think about, things ending before you're ready. But even if you hadn't managed to save even one person, all that hard work would've still meant something.
[ As Jake speaks, his hand dots at the flour in a radial pattern, starting at the center and slowly working outward. It's not immediately clear what he's doing at first, but slowly a design starts to take shape. ]We met a lot of great people on Ciraiwei. I know a lot of us made friends. I sure did -- word up, Grove, wherever you are. Some of them we lost on the old planet, others we lost on their new one. People come in and outta lives for all sorts of reasons. But the impact they have on you, that stays for as long as your memories of 'em do.
[ Is it a little preachy? Sure, but Jake was a little preachy. Especially in the slow emotional wind down of what had been some of the tensest days of his life. Abruptly, the intricate design Jake has finished tracing out is suddenly interrupted by a large ball of gingerbread dough plopping down in the middle of it, ruining the design completely. ]Welp, I gotta get these in the oven. I got more to say about all this if you wanna talk, or argue, or listen, or have
me listen. And hey, I'm about to have a whole mess of cookies ready here pretty soon.
[ He's about to sign off, rolling out the dough in front of him, before adding a quick: ] I could use the company, to be honest.
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