Time of Day: 6:21 AM Ship's Location: En route to the star fields. Other notes: Ship is on autopilot towards the star fields. The faint whirr of air tumbling through the ventilation system was accompanied by a symphony of snores aboard Ad Astra 9. Across the corridor, in separate sleeping quarters, rested the crew of the star harvester - all but one, who recently woke up. The hiss of a sliding door opening, followed by a shuffling movement and then a few, repeated bangs on your door and the familiar voice of Captain Tingwink hollered out through the corridor - a rough tone, croaky with sleep. "Rise and shine, darlings!" yelled the Lerrin, a grin splitting her features. "I'm making coffee if anyone wants it. And if I come back and you've all gone to bed again, so help me, I'll put you on dishwashing duty for a week!" The woman made her way down to the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting from the machine. It's been three months since the crew of Ad Astra 9 made a stop off at space station Sophia and got their new repairs, including a fancy new water filter so that no water is wasted. Now they were passing through the emptier portions of the galaxy, where naught but a few planets floated around, empty of sentient life save for beasts and plants. every so often, a couple of ships come into radar, but it's really the countryside of space - empty and vast and full of boredom when you're driving past it. -- Tingwink Spannerfizz The alarm buzzed on her clock at 6:20 AM, waking up the Lerrin. The first thing that hit her was the pulsing headache, the second thing that hit her with some disgust was the word "Lipenium". Her lifeblood, her filthy addiction - she'd been off the painkiller for around a week and was suffering rather heavily from withdrawal. It was going to start affecting her leadership abilities, soon, and she wasn't able to hide her irritability this morning. Still, she gave it a good try. Tingwink hefted herself out of the bed, dressed in nothing but a plain white bra and underwear, her tattoos a dark brown on her skin, her long hair gathered up into a loose bun over the top of her head. She started slamming methodically on the door of her crew's sleeping chambers individually with the bottom of her palm, calling them to awaken and threatening with dishwashing duty if they disobey. The bright lights of the corridor switched on when she entered, momentarily blinding her and sending another ripple of pain across her skull. She screwed her eyes shut, exhaled, and kept going. The kitchen itself was a rather small affair; she kept it clean whenever possible, because some of the crew were messy eaters. She pulled a chair to the counter and started brushing her fingers across one of the drawers, pushing aside tinned foods, bottles and containers of nutrient supplements for Al'terra, until her fingers caressed the glass of the coffee jar - she slid it towards herself and placed it on the desk, pouring some into the machine along with some water. Water. It grossed Tingwink out a bit that she was probably drinking the same water that Xago took a whizz into a few days before, but she certainly didn't complain about the new-fangled water filtration system being better than the old one - barely any limescale, thanks to the scientists on the space stations...the scientists she wanted to join. Another ripple of pain, a grimace, and the Lerrin sat down on the chair she stood on, her legs dangling in the air as she waited for coffee to be made. Food will come later - she needed some sort of energy because her positivity was going to wear thin soon enough. Despite her best efforts, the captain was showing her usual signs of withdrawal - she looked pale, weaker, fingers drumming on the desk in a frantic sort of restlessness that accompanied her withdrawal.