Captain's log, Stardate 25112012.1. Our destination, Planet Bud. Our journey enters the unofficial and
unbiological cronogram of
Week 3
The passengers are restless. The journey has been long and troublesome. To further distract and entertain
the cabin crew, another LED light was installed for their pleasure.
One of the passengers, Ortega 2, living in the center quadrant, is exhibiting signs of LED addiction.
She's trying to sneak out to grab some extra Bridgelux candy.
Despite the hardship, morale is very high in general. Night Queen 2 from sector A1 (top left) has shown valiant
efforts to maintain the forefront of daily duties, but some signs of overwork are present. Some tips curl up,
other down, slightest nute burn on new leaves and a paler tone of green than her sisters. Zero depression present.
Must seek medical council, but I believe some time-off, lower EC and higher % of Cal Mag may
put her back on her feet. Curly tips worry me though.
Captain Night Queen 3 has a firm grasp on the order of things. But very shy to show her most inner
thoughts and perspectives on the mission.
A fight broke out in the canteen some time ago. CBD Skunk Haze 1 was seriously injured.
She was attacked with preemptive indulgence.
No witnesses came out and none seem to clearly remember the ramblings, but I feel I haven't been told everything. SH1 did not report
it so it was no brought to my attention. Injuries have long healed, but a strange and eerie feeling of intrigue overwhelms me.
Will keep my eyes open, especially during water rounds... and enforce a zero violence tolerance act.
Our Fimming project seems to be a success! SH1 is ravishingly happy.
A possible reprise of it might be performed on Night Queen 4. As Alpha Team Leader B, she is a prefect candidate,
and will also boost morale for the rest of the team, so they don't feel so, well, overshadowed... by her highly competitive nature.
In her own words, Lady CBD Skunk Haze 1 of The Dutch-a-gu-gag Passionics Clan, said
It was like when you get your first kiss, or your first shag... you always feel a great/horrible tension just before. I was sweating hard and cold, feeling that loss of control and you just lay there... wanting...not wanting.... and well knowing the surgeon had still not terminated his internship didn't make it easier... but he's a nice fellow and I now feel I can trust his judgment. In fact, this intergalactic mission we're on also has the objective to take the young surgeon to the Babylon sector, right after the Haile Selassie nebula, the Jah-Bless planet, where he is to be delivered onto a very ancient and highly advanced society called The Growers for further development.... anyways ... as I felt his blade, some adrenalin like hormone shot all through me and I lost my senses for some seconds. When I came to, I felt the airiness in the top and some parenchymal oozness made my tension drop, and I did fell quite dizzy. Next day I still felt kinda naked but now, wow, I'm ready to hit the gym today with double dose of trouble! I Love my new FIM !!
The captain also has time for leisure, so I hit the canteen and ordered my favorite moonshine, called for a lap dance from one of the finer dancers. After a little this and that, she let me peek inside really quick. I almost had a heart attack, though I would be raped by a transvestite-plant-transforming-alien-spy! A huge, circularly elongated and red tipped intimidating object stood there. I paralyzed assessing my options... feel a rush... swing my eye left and right... I look up and OMG!... I see its LADY SH 1 voluptuously leaning over me ...
.... shhhh baby, we all live our double lives somewhere else... kick back and enjoy
The strange object was of intimate female nature, so it shall remain unlogged.
Haven't seen Purple Haze (Sensi Clan) for some days. She's failed to attend her duties and meetings. hmmm.... strange... must find out what is happening in the galleys.