#pliz join

The psionic sat quietly at his husktop in the empty computer lab. The meteor was pretty quiet at this hour. All the Troll's had gone to their respite blocks and the human's their Earth equivilant. Sollux liked to take these moments of silence to work on some programming. Gog knows when the others are hanging around here constantly chatting about sloppy makeouts and Gamzees rolling around in that infernal horn pile its impossible to get anything logical done.

Brody hefted a large armful of freshly cut wheat onto his shoulder and trudged through the field to set it down in the largely growing pile of cut wheat stalks that the people working on the fields had gathered up that morning.

The fields were quite crowded at this time of the morning, because of the harvesting. Everyone who was awake was giving a helping hand to collect the wheat and replant the field afterwards.

Silver fumbled with the infinite amount of wires protruding from the generator that provided all of the energy for the kitchen’s in Stratford. This peice of machienery was a fucking mess!

One of the chef’s had managed to spill an entire pot of soup on the damn thing and caused it to short circuit, so here Silver was trying to fix the hunk of crap before the staff had to start preparing dinner. Who puts a generator in the kitchen’s anyway? Shouldn’t there be a seperate room for this thing?

Silver grunted in disapproval as a peice of the metal casing fell of of the generator in his hand. He grimaced and threw the hunk of metal away over his shoulder whilst he gritted his teeth to resist the urge to howl in fustration. His mood wasn’t going to get any better, espically not with the full moon happening tonight.

He grabbed a screwdriver from his toolbox and began to unscrew a few bolts off of the surface of the generator to allow him gain better access to the interior.