|| ELIZABETH BRADDOCK SAID : ❝ it’s perfect weather for sweaters! ❞
|| SHE HAS LEARNED THAT SPACE IS COLD, even for a diamond. while emma’s past does not leave her a stranger to orbit, it’s never quite been — like this, before. seasons do not pass the way they had on earth : nevertheless, the temperature on the ship cools, slowly slowly. what started as warm heat has turned into frigid air, and it’s almost, almost nice, to have that reminder of winters back in new york.
if only it weren’t so damn cold.
she’s wrapped in something designer, a turtleneck snug to her throat. emma sniffs. “ and i’m hoping it doesn’t get any colder. this is quite alright as is, if prepared. i’ve been trying to get the temperature of the lunar review warmer, at least, but to no avail. are you comfortable, @cxptbritain ? ”