Meet me in the morning, if only I don't bend and break [Closed]

[lassonthelamb]

Character(s): Connie, Adobe, Sierra, Odessa, Booker, Sam
Content: Wakeywakey eggs and backey? The base groups greets their new day while something back home greets them in turn.
Setting: The hospital atrium.
Warnings: None, save tomfoolery.

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[materiamaiden]

Sierra stirred when Connie's soft voice and touch intruded upon her sleep. She'd been dreaming of being back at work on the mako cannon in Junon, a small alarm chiming as the mako valves were pressure tested. Connie's voice and touch did not belong in Junon though. And she mumbled a soft "Mmmfuza nnt," her eyes squeezing tighter shut as she snuggled closer into her bedding. She had not had enough sleep yet to make up for the four hours she had gotten the night before. And the Mako alarm was still going off. She had to go back and fix it before the building pressure resulted in a rupture.

Then Adobe's voice was added, less gentle, and the bouncing clatter of something plasticy bouncing near her. And she realized abruptly that the chiming was coming not from her dream, but her journal, which Connie held. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes as she pushed herself half sitting, muttering "'M up,'M up aredy."

Then her sleep-fuzzed brain recognized the specific beep her journal was making. "@$%*, something's at the base," she exclaimed, patting the floor frantically for her glasses and shoving them lopsidedly onto her face. "That's Hover. Whatever it is is human sized or larger." She fixed her glasses and pushed herself to her feet, he journal in her hand. "Gah, I need to program an uplink of some kind so I can see what he does. I have no way of knowing from here."