Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30700719-20170313134600/@comment-30700719-20170406211457

Me, Red and Yellow are sitting down on the top deck, admiring the stars and eating sandwiches. I finish off the last piece and say, "Honestly, chaps, I think we should get some sleep. The air isn't too cold, the moonlight's dark enough, and it's not like that trio downstairs will be any bother. ICARUS, lock all airlocks and the entrance hatch."  I fabricate three sleeping bags, with pillows. "Take one each, lads. See you in the morning." Yellow looks up at me. "I don't think we'll last until morning. I reckon that Doppelgänger Medicine only lasts for about six hours, given the dose." I ponder upon this for a moment. "Well, too bad, you're getting sleeping bags all the same." We all get into the sleeping bags, and I go to sleep. Is this what it feels like, to talk to someone apart from ICARUS? To communicate with other people, and not just shouting at them from the cockpit. To actually spend time with and speak with people. I sigh and roll over.