R18 The cold moon in full splendor
May. 14th, 2013 10:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
with_my_teacup[This voice transmission goes out to anyone who's awake at three in the Goddamn Morning, in Riddick's gravelly voice. It's just shy of a murmur, like he's being considerate to sleepers.
Or he's just in a quiet mood.]
Anyone seen the sun in the CES since the changes? Anyone catch it on a good weather day, a little light with your rubble? Different weather at all?
[OPEN UNGODLY EARLY SPAM]
[Riddick has a cup of milky black tea-- he prefers it to coffee most days-- and a few hours before breakfast shift and his baking lessons. He's taken his mug up to the deck to drink, looking over the railing with his goggles shoved up to his forehead and his eyes gleaming.
He's feeling a little sulky, actually. One of the things that was keeping him happy as a warden was getting the CES whenever he wanted, and now he can't access the green spaces he prefers, get natural light, necessary however hard on his eyes.
Maybe he should ask the admiral for some kind of bonsai so he has something from a planetary environment, wild-smelling and soothing. Maybe he'll just keep glaring at the stars.]
Or he's just in a quiet mood.]
Anyone seen the sun in the CES since the changes? Anyone catch it on a good weather day, a little light with your rubble? Different weather at all?
[OPEN UNGODLY EARLY SPAM]
[Riddick has a cup of milky black tea-- he prefers it to coffee most days-- and a few hours before breakfast shift and his baking lessons. He's taken his mug up to the deck to drink, looking over the railing with his goggles shoved up to his forehead and his eyes gleaming.
He's feeling a little sulky, actually. One of the things that was keeping him happy as a warden was getting the CES whenever he wanted, and now he can't access the green spaces he prefers, get natural light, necessary however hard on his eyes.
Maybe he should ask the admiral for some kind of bonsai so he has something from a planetary environment, wild-smelling and soothing. Maybe he'll just keep glaring at the stars.]
