Check as to the location of my swabbie duties for today.
(6) Checking the message boards, you activate the wrong icon, and end up with the complete maintenance request list for the Station. The information you are after is in there, somewhere.
Move to supervision point, assess current state of breeding and projects in motion. Also check life support status.
(4) You arrive at the supervision point as usual.
(3) you get a vague sense of how the projects and requests are coming along.
(3) Some important food harvester batches are rather behind schedule, and There seems to be a problem with a recently activated group of
atmospheric moisturizers - they tend to absorb the moisture, swell up, and fall to the ground with an unfortunate splat. This is causing some disturbance in the recreational parks, as well as in the farm sectors.
(5 + 1) your practiced eye takes in the life support situation for the Formers throughout the station. (4) All is well.
Wait for some customers to arrive, and take them to a table or booth, whichever they prefer.
(1) after a rough night, you wake with difficulty, eventually making your way to the breakfast area of your cabin. There, you wait ... for someone. Seems you might have forgotten som - you are reminded of what you forgot by an incoming transmission from the Cafeteria - work! you arrive quite late - breakfast has been going on for a while, and there is a small crowd around the entryway, waiting to get in. Seeing your tuxedo, they approach you and begin chittering, groaning, and cawing, all at once. (6-1) your translation device manages to translate everything, all at once. You get the idea that these clients are (1-1) rather furious.
Leave radiation room, or get my assignments in whatever way I do.
(6-2) Irritated by how happy the sight of the giant, powerful, and bright reactor that fuels all the Station makes you, you hastily exit the viewing room of the ship. (3) you immediately encounter a large, wide Sauroid creature - one of your two escorts. He gives you the news - the Station is processing the paperwork to send The FireBug out on another resource mining run. They just need some information from you on the progress of some repairs to The Firebug before they can release it back into duty. This time, at least, the damages were not your doing. (There also seems to be some unexplained delay on the part of Harbor Command this morning.)
Go do job. Forget pants, totally not necessary.
(3) Delayed by some familial interactions, you arrive at work on time, though in a bit of a rush, and without your lunch.
(6) you also arrive without your pants, and without several other pieces of your standard outfit
(1) While bodily modesty may not be an issue for your species, sadly, your pants were absolutely necessary today - your datapad was in them, with all the information for the day's cargo loading and unloading, permissions, and other necessary components.
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