Day 1: Everything's shiny, Captain

Hank has set up camp in the main cargo hold in order to keep an eye on the mega-cows. He's not well suited to repair work, and figures someone should watch the beasts so they don't stampede again. The fact that there have been several gravity fluctuations within the last few cycles has him worried about their prospects.

He looks around the cargo bay, and reflects that while this ship seems fairly ragged and run down in most sections, a cargo bay is about as plain jane as you can get, so there's not much different about this one from any other ship. Except maybe those scorch marks from a las pistol on the far wall.

Hank paces up and down a little empty space in front of the holding pens. He normally spends his time awake helping to maintain the Ballerina's ancient quad cannons, the only armaments she possesses. The glitches haven't seemed to affect the weapon systems though... yet. So he thought he'd be of more use here. After a few hours of mooing and methane though, he's ready for a break. Maybe he'll head to the mess and see what kind of chow's left.

In the dimly lit labyrinth of maintenance tubes that snaked through The Ballerina, John Doe found solace. The hum of machinery around him was like a familiar melody, drowning out the unsettling glitches plaguing the ship. The synthesizer, carefully tucked away in a corner, beckoned him.

As he navigated the narrow passages, grease-stained gloves gliding over the metallic surfaces, John pondered the enigmatic disturbances echoing through the vessel. The irregular knocking and scratching on the ship-wide broadcast system resonated in his mind like a discordant note in an otherwise harmonious composition. He should try to fix that.

Gloop is sitting at the bridge station they think of as "the ops station." All five of the crew stations on the bridge are completely configurable, so none of them are officially designated for a specific function - except for the captain's station, of course. Truth be told, that station doesn't have much more functionality, it's just more visually impressive.

Gloop configured this station themself, so it is set up for their specialties - operations and navigation. Gloop has also set up the terminal to function better with their physiology. Unlike a human, who moves hands and fingers from place to place on a console, Gloop just spreads part of their body across the whole interface. By controlling pressure at different points on their body, they tap and "swipe". The Ballerina's configurable interfaces are much friendlier to Gloop as a user than the last human ship they were on.

Currently Gloop is trying yet again to track down the Ballerina's digital glitches. And, yet again, they aren't having much luck. Normally Gloop is fairly "zen" about such things, as the humans say. But Gloop is starting to worry that perhaps the crew won't be as accepting of them if they can't solve this problem that clearly falls in their area of expertise. Their skin is slightly more gray than normal, an indication of their incresed stress.

Fifteen more minutes, Gloop thinks to themself. Then I'll take a break and go change hats. Changing hats always helped Gloop relax. They had been wearing the beret since starting this shift. Time for the cowboy hat, maybe.