Carthrat's journey into space - Round 3! Heaven or Hell!

[Anastasia]

With your hot, steaming dinner, you head back to the ship dock. It's an uneventful trip, as 'sunset' spreads over the main section.

On arriving, you find Tir inside at the kitchen area, idly sitting and waiting. Rachel isn't anywhere in sight, presumably asleep. "Hey," he glances up, sniffing. "Smells good."

[Carthrat]

"Chow down," replies Carthrat. "I got lots, because I know you like to eat."

[Anastasia]

And thus, the meal goes. It's not bad on the whole, quite edible. As you wind down a nice dinner, "So...off to another world, to get one step closer to that dimensional portal of yours."

Tir glances at you, while subconciously holding his metal gloved hand. "Should be a ride, at least."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat shrugs. "I've got that much planned," he says. "But have you read the paper recently? Earth has gone to hell, and how!

China is but a smoking crater, and refugees are coming in droves.."

[Anastasia]

Tir mutters something dark under his breath, putting down his spoon. "Figures. China got nuked to hell afterall. What about the rest of the planet? The US lording over it now that China's toast?" Frowning, you can feel his mood wilting rather quickly.

[Carthrat]

"It wasn't mentioned," replies Carthrat. "I assume, however, that the whole world is pretty fucked up by now.

I don't know what I'm gonna tell Rachel."

[Anastasia]

Leaning back thoughtfully, "At the moment...nothing. It can wait, Rat. If we're going to be stuck on this isolated rock for awhile, she won't hear about it until it's resolved fully.

Rachel has enough on her mind already."

[Carthrat]

"You think?" says Carthrat, musing. "I don't know, Tir. I've always felt it's better to get this sort of thing out the way as soon as possible.."

[Anastasia]

He shrugs. "It's up to you - do you think it would help her or hurt her to hear about this right now?"

[Carthrat]

"It'll always hurt," replies Carthrat, creasing his brow. "It's just a question of when."

[Anastasia]

He nods, glancing at his bowl. With that, he rises. "And I'll leave that in your capable hands," Tir annouces. "Good luck either way."

[Carthrat]

"I'm not that great at this whole 'talking' thing," snorts back Carthrat. "I'll procrastiate. It's what I'm best at."

[Anastasia]

INdeed, there really isn't anything to do now, anyway, except sleep. Tir seems to have gone to do just that, Rachel already doing so.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat doesn't decided to sleep just yet.

Instead, he heads towards the cockpit of the ship, and turns on the main generator. He leaves the engine and flightgear off, of course, but just wants the craft active for now.

Once he does that, he runs a basic diagnostic on the ship.

[Anastasia]

The dianostic goes without incident. Everything looks to be in good shape and maintained, no errors or problems reported. Fast, too, as it only takes about 15 minutes to do a full ship scan.

Makes sense, as this would likely have a respectably powerful CPU core to it.