Gurgle in anguish. Get up and head back to my sleep pod or whatever, thanking to doctor on the way out.
(5) You are given a crutch, you fill out some forms at the front desk, and you Thank the doctor and staff for taking care of you. Since you discover that the medical facility you were taken to is in the opposite direction from your home in relation to the park, you decide to take a shuttle, which delivers you a few blocks from your quarters. The hobble home, while unpleasant, is over fairly quickly, and soon you are inside, relaxing.
Sort the stuff into it's correct places.
(3) several of your lesser FB begin the task of organizing and compiling the data.
Of course!
Pilot said scouting pods.
(2) As you mae your way eagerly to the scouting pods, you are waved back by the heavier of your two guards. It seems you still need to perform a pre-flight inspection on the pod, and set a flight plan. This second part is particularly important, as you will be navigating through a densely packed cluster of very large, moving rocks.
Find a funeral and perform the customary last dance, wherein the body is pulled out of its casket and then danced around into the arms of its spouse.
(2) Alas, you can find no funerals today. You dejectedly walk to a mausoleum instead, shuffling your feet a little as you go.
Revoke alarm if the temperature in the block is indeed safe. Then check the available stocks of lichen-like organisms.
(1+1) you narrowly avoid setting a general alarm. All temperature indicators are green though. Unfortunately, you cannot switch to the inventory screen until you disable the alarm.
Talk to my neighbor about who we thinks is going to win the championship, then got house and sleep.
(3) you and your neighbor get into a heated discussion over the championship. Apparently he favors the Silverfins. What a joke! You part company, still grumbling at each other, and stomp into your house.
(1) But you cannot sleep. Your bedchamber has been pumped dry!
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