The Last Days on Mars: you don't spend six months on the red planet being bored out of your mind and helping your hot partner work out his claustrophobia WITHOUT also making out
ladies and gentlemen we are floating in space (1/5) R. GARAI/L. SCHREIBER, et al. The Last Days on Mars AU.
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She’s never felt more cooped up in her entire life.
The closest they get to fresh oxygen out here is the greenhouse, but enjoying that involves enduring Rose’s endless reserves on the complaint front (be it the irrigation system with the low pressure or that try as she might this just really is not a hospitable clime for tomatoes to grow and all she wants is a big bowl of spaghetti or how the recycled air has completely dried her skin out or how Matthew this, Matthew that, Matthew
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“Come on,” Romola had said, extending a wet washcloth towards Liev he wouldn’t take. She pressed it to first his jaw and then smeared it against his mouth. “What happened to the galaxy’s most well-worn catchphrase?”
He finally looked at her, his expression blank and confused. “What?” he asked, the sound muffled under her hand.
She blotted at his mouth and then grabbed his hand, lifted it to her own, the bloodstained washcloth underneath, and pressed it there. She dropped her hand and reached for the first aid kit.
“We come in peace,” she mocked and then grinned wide.
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They sleep in shifts.
There’s an unspoken culture of paranoia amongst them, amongst anyone who ventures into space. At least two people are always awake. At least two people are in connection with ground control, two monitoring their stats, two as the safest number.
You can’t trust yourself alone this far from home.
4.They have to enforce a sleeping schedule with Mia
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R. GARAI/L. SCHREIBER, et al. The Last Days on Mars AU.
1.
She’s never felt more cooped up in her entire life.
The closest they get to fresh oxygen out here is the greenhouse, but enjoying that involves enduring Rose’s endless reserves on the complaint front (be it the irrigation system with the low pressure or that try as she might this just really is not a hospitable clime for tomatoes to grow and all she wants is a big bowl of spaghetti or how the recycled air has completely dried her skin out or how Matthew this, Matthew that, Matthew ( ... )
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“Come on,” Romola had said, extending a wet washcloth towards Liev he wouldn’t take. She pressed it to first his jaw and then smeared it against his mouth. “What happened to the galaxy’s most well-worn catchphrase?”
He finally looked at her, his expression blank and confused. “What?” he asked, the sound muffled under her hand.
She blotted at his mouth and then grabbed his hand, lifted it to her own, the bloodstained washcloth underneath, and pressed it there. She dropped her hand and reached for the first aid kit.
“We come in peace,” she mocked and then grinned wide.
3.
They sleep in shifts.
There’s an unspoken culture of paranoia amongst them, amongst anyone who ventures into space. At least two people are always awake. At least two people are in connection with ground control, two monitoring their stats, two as the safest number.
You can’t trust yourself alone this far from home.
4.They have to enforce a sleeping schedule with Mia ( ... )
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7.She finds Liev in the small electrical room. He seems to be fine here, despite the enclosed space ( ... )
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