no thoughts head empty

Stratt, on one hour of sleep in the past three days and 37 cups of coffee: Okay thank you, I—one minute—where are we on the research grants?!—ok—you, have you contacted—hold on—no I’m not available right now—NASA where are we with the ship?—good—yes I need all of them here—no, redesign that—I cannot talk to the press right now—hand me those charts—why is the patrova line up 4%?!—and you do not have clearance—no time for that right now—the button is over there—do I look like I have two seconds—one minute everyone I’m getting another effing call—WHAT?!

So you know that disco ball on the Hail Mary that makes Grace happy?

It's pride month, Obituary Writer. you know what that means

Okay but imagine being the team of Eridian scientists tasked with keeping Erid's Only Human alive for as long as possible while the whole planet's environment is literally trying to kill him. And then Rocky shows up and is like:

To celebrate Erid getting their sun back on track, Grace asks for some alcohol. There's a small amount left from the Hail Mary and Rocky offers to take it to the science Eridians to see if they can synthesise more.

Grace is like one of those extremely finicky tropical fish who instantly die if not kept in extremely specific conditions.