[ Upon hearing the alarm that new crewmembers had awoken, Jiaoqiu had left his research, grabbed just about more supplies than he could carry, and made his way to the cyro-pod chamber. When the first wave of them had been awoken, he'd done his best to help the others as one of the very few Medical personnel aboard, but his own symptoms and fogginess had hindered him.
Today, he's bright and cheery. Medical white bodysuit impeccable, hair accessories on point and tying his braid back, tail so fluffy you want to bury your face in it.
As the newest member stumbles from their pod, Jiaoqiu is there to catch them, and ease them down into a chair he dragged over. ]
There, sit, and don't panic. I know it's all very loud with the alarms and the AI talking, but there's no emergency. [ Not anymore, at least. They'd taken care of it. He presses a bottle of water in their hands. ] Drink. There are snacks to follow, to get your body kickstarted. How are you feeling? Any mental fogginess?
β βΈ» floating away
[ As others have no doubt discovered over the past month, Jiaoqiu is something of a workaholic. This is, perhaps, not unusual -- they've all had to be workaholics this past month to get the engine working -- but even after the engine is fixed, and there are no actively injured people onboard to take care of, Jiaoqiu continues to work every metaphorical daylight hour.
So, as he floats over a peaceful meadow, Jiaoqiu looks somewhat disgruntled. ]
I hardly thought turbulence would happen in space.
[ Nonetheless, his tone is pleasant and mild, lightly joking, even as he heaves the sigh of a man who just wants to get back to reading medical research. He indulges a fraction and lets a hand down to trail his fingers over sun-warmed stalks of grass, bumping over a bright flower. ]
Still. If this is the space version of having to buckle our seatbelts, I suppose it isn't too bad.
β βΈ» bonus: mealtime!
from: MED_J_0 to: ALL subject: an invitation π»
In a twist I am not even remotely surprised by, I am already sick of synthesized meals. So I synthesized myself some ingredients, and plan to indulge in some real cooking. Fortunately, I had specifically requested a room with a kitchen.
If anybody's in the mood for hotpot, feel free to join me in my room. Room 111, C-level.
jiaoqiu | honkai: star rail (current player)
[ Upon hearing the alarm that new crewmembers had awoken, Jiaoqiu had left his research, grabbed just about more supplies than he could carry, and made his way to the cyro-pod chamber. When the first wave of them had been awoken, he'd done his best to help the others as one of the very few Medical personnel aboard, but his own symptoms and fogginess had hindered him.
Today, he's bright and cheery. Medical white bodysuit impeccable, hair accessories on point and tying his braid back, tail so fluffy you want to bury your face in it.
As the newest member stumbles from their pod, Jiaoqiu is there to catch them, and ease them down into a chair he dragged over. ]
There, sit, and don't panic. I know it's all very loud with the alarms and the AI talking, but there's no emergency. [ Not anymore, at least. They'd taken care of it. He presses a bottle of water in their hands. ] Drink. There are snacks to follow, to get your body kickstarted. How are you feeling? Any mental fogginess?
[ As others have no doubt discovered over the past month, Jiaoqiu is something of a workaholic. This is, perhaps, not unusual -- they've all had to be workaholics this past month to get the engine working -- but even after the engine is fixed, and there are no actively injured people onboard to take care of, Jiaoqiu continues to work every metaphorical daylight hour.
So, as he floats over a peaceful meadow, Jiaoqiu looks somewhat disgruntled. ]
I hardly thought turbulence would happen in space.
[ Nonetheless, his tone is pleasant and mild, lightly joking, even as he heaves the sigh of a man who just wants to get back to reading medical research. He indulges a fraction and lets a hand down to trail his fingers over sun-warmed stalks of grass, bumping over a bright flower. ]
Still. If this is the space version of having to buckle our seatbelts, I suppose it isn't too bad.
from: MED_J_0
to: ALL
subject: an invitation π»
In a twist I am not even remotely surprised by, I am already sick of synthesized meals. So I synthesized myself some ingredients, and plan to indulge in some real cooking. Fortunately, I had specifically requested a room with a kitchen.
If anybody's in the mood for hotpot, feel free to join me in my room. Room 111, C-level.
-- Jiaoqiu