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Chelsa has just finished the morning announcements. She loves doing the morning announcements; it's like piping hot coffee, the rise in the world's warmth. Most of it is for Aelise, of course, but Chelsa gets her own share, and of course she's not selfish, everyone loves their neighbors too. Everyone gets along so well.
She is on her way from the broadcasting studio where she does her announcements to the living quarters where she keeps her dearest friends. She makes sure to pay them plenty of attention. They watch the announcements - everyone does, unless they are doing some sort of emergency work right at that moment, and then they're caught up as soon as possible with the next installment - but they're kept closer and need more fine detail work to stay happy with her. It is terribly important that they be happy with her.
warmfeelings
salus-populi
Aelise contemplates the shivering bundle in Sandre's arms.
"Anneia, could you go and get our new friend a blanket and maybe a new pair of pants?"
"Anneia, could you go and get our new friend a blanket and maybe a new pair of pants?"
It takes a while.
Not forever, though. He spends about an hour cycling betweeen whimpers, sniffles, and sobs, and finally quiets down after that.
Not forever, though. He spends about an hour cycling betweeen whimpers, sniffles, and sobs, and finally quiets down after that.
salus-populi
Aelise closes the latest report from the orbital ring, gets out from behind her desk, and pulls up the other comfy chair next to the one Sandre and Harley are occupying.
"Hey, you," she says gently. "I don't think we've been introduced."
"Hey, you," she says gently. "I don't think we've been introduced."
Harley gives her a look. It contains heavily mixed emotions, but the one he's trying to get across is contempt.
salus-populi
"I want to help you, but I can't do that unless I know what's wrong," she says patiently.
"My - feelings," Harley says helplessly, and he pulls the blanket Anneia gave him over his head and starts crying again.
warmfeelings
Chelsa hopes Corona gets back soon, too. When he is expected, she can be found pacing at the entrance to the Mont Blanc stronghold.
He jogs up the path from the landing pad and hugs her. As always, it's like getting cuddles from the sun; as usual, he looks most of the way to tears.