Day 13 (Between Alpha Game 3 and 4)
The rain has been constant. New Unity is once again covered in mud. This has not improved my mood, which has remained low. General morale is flagging. Food is still low, even if water is everywhere. I procured a spare pistol out of one of the spare piles. I still lack much skill with firearms, but it's an emergency measure in any case. We finished the pressure vessel for fuel production and water purification. It's an ugly thing, but functional. We now have a transport vehicle available.
I feel like I'm coming undone. Nothing makes sense anymore. I don't know how to manage when everything is so different from everything I've ever known. And I don't know if I can talk to anyone anymore. What are the rules? I wish I knew.
Day 16 (Just after Alpha Game 4)
Another storm yesterday. However, some good came of it thanks to Klaus rousing the colony in setting rain barrels. We're very nearly a village at this point. After a few conversations with both my Shaman, Aza, and Lieutenant Ward (apparently named Octavia, if a bit unfittingly), I felt a lot better about life, even dancing in the rain to the beat of the thunder. This morning, the tribe held a ceremony in the garden, offering Medina thanks and hope. I felt like I was back among the tribe, even without Wilkus.
The sun is bright and hot this evening. I don't think I'll ever get used to the obscene heat of Medina. We have water and food, though, so that's us a little better off than we were. We even have a waste reclamation system in the works, from a bioengineered algae. With hope, we can get the rest of them going as well. Grant continues to show his steel, mostly by not dancing with us when a possible treatment for the retrovirus was discovered. That brought real joy to many of the infected, myself included, via an injury yesterday morning. We're making real progress, despite Gander's best efforts. The leadership is competent, and for the most part (mostly just excluding Gander), so is the administration. I've made friends and roots here, and I think I'm at long last starting to feel the heartbeat of Medina. So, now, it's time for the Dance to begin anew. Let us hope that no more of us get left behind, Mother Medina willing.
Day 19 (Three days after Alpha Game 4)
It has been stupidly, unbearably hot. I can barely breathe. Why is this planet so stifling? Is it on fire somewhere? Oh, right, yes, in the
The waste reclaimer seems to be working according to predictions. So far. We're still purifying it by hand, but this might help a lot. My sleep schedule is suffering. I'm used to around 25 hours in a day, and here the cycles are just slightly shorter, and it has me kind of groggy and, I don't know, reversed jetlagged. We'll see where we go now.
Day 27 (Two days before Beta Game 1)
So, this morning we got a really bizarre message from a Spire satellite, designated 5460. According to the science team, the radon spike and deformation readings indicate an approaching seismic event- an earthquake. It makes sense that the planet is geologically active, but seriously, we landed right on top of it- 44 kilometers separate the drop zone from the fault break, best we can tell with our limited information. Soon, I'm gonna start trying to get a transmitter to connect to Spire 5460 and get more info. This is scary. That said, we had warning. That's a new feeling. I'm not entirely sure I like it, even if it's handy. I hate waiting and not knowing when the hammer drops. I don't like the anxiety. But I'll deal. It's what I do.