[Network Audio] (Massively backdated to early December)

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WHICH OF YOU GENIUSES BLEW UP SOME OF THE GLASS OF THE GREENHOUSE!?

[The audio does indeed start abruptly and with a VERY LOUD voice shouting. It's not getting toward a shriek. Nope. Not at all.]

THAT IS WHERE OUR FOOD GROWS!

THE GLASS KEEPS THE CONTAMINATION FROM THE STORMS OUT!

THE GLASS KEEPS THE WARM AND HUMIDITY IN!

DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PLANTS GOT DESTROYED!?

YOU ARE SO LUCKY THE LITTLE PLANT BROS TRIED TO PROTECT THE PLANTS BUT IT'S COLD!

GET YOUR ASSES OVER TO THE REPLICATOR AND START HELPING ME REPLICATE REPLACEMENT GLASS!



[OOC: Yes. This post did warrant the capslock. I'm sorry.]

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[buildingitsir]

Which do- Oh, Tommy must have multiple places to live. He rolls his eyes, but smirks either way at the little quip. "Fine, you win on that front. Little shit."

Pot, meet kettle. Kettle store, really.

"Alright, I'll guide you." Once they get to the replicators, it doesn't take long for them to get what they need and head back to the greenhouse. York carries his share, since his limbs don't grow tired like a human's would. Once they're back in, he lays everything out so they can make sure it's everything. "Think that's everything? All we need are the ladders now, right?"

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"I'm a taller shit than you," Tommy points out.

Tommy is content to just follow the guy's lead, doing his best to figure out how York wants him to work. Deferring to people who know more than him seemed correct to him.

"I think that'll do for now. Hold on, let me..."

He's gone in a flash and then back with not one, but two different ladders so York can chose the correct one.