Meadowbrook passed floating scrambled eggs in the kitchen, floating loose leaf paper in the ship’s makeshift library and a floating stuffed animal that had escaped a toddler in the Martian colonizers’ quarters. But there was no Chapstick to be found. Now, he was passing through floating water droplets. He realized, with a jolt, that the droplets were his own sweat, trickling off his forehead. He licked his lips again. All of a sudden, they felt particularly dry. . He returned again to the Command Center. . “Any luck?” Wu called over. . “No. N-No, none,” Meadowbrook said, breathing heavily. He made his way over to Xavier, the payload specialist. “Xavier. Hey there. We packed Chapstick, right? It would be in Supply Compartment C, under Moisturizers and Lotions?” . Article by @_tanblake #missiontomars #marsmission #chapstick #chapstickchallenge #forgottopack https://www.instagram.com/p/BybDCTqAetF/?igshid=1pjtkq75me6ti
