There was a strange little canvas cocoon strung up between two conveniently positioned palm trees: Arthur's hammock. His ocular lenses focused as his optic nerve engaged. His version of opening his eyes. Holiday's announcement blaring from a speaker was the only thing that had ruined his idyllic slumber. He grumbled vague profanities about the Concern. "...a particularly troublesome laboratory [redacted], it has been vented into lunar void..." This stopped him in his tracks and made him furrow his brow. He was disappointed there wasn't more details. He'd have to keep an eye out, maybe have a word with Isaac. Whatever was 'particularly troublesome' to his 'employers' wasn't anything that Eel wanted to encounter.

On mention of the harvester, Arthur humped himself out of his sack and trundled over to the Cauldron. It wasn't far at all. He entered via the main vehicle port and waved one of his pincers in the direction of the motion sensor. The workshop began to light up. His first port of call was the counter in the corner that he had arranged a strange looking array of gizmos and lab equipment. He flipped a switch and the main chamber began to spin up. It was a very fancy vacuum coffee siphon. One of the maintenance team's best kept secrets. It was pretty hard to spot among the general chaos of the Cauldron, so none of the crew that weren't familiar with the main workshop had ever actually noticed it. Arthur had gone off of regular coffee a couple decades ago, but he still had a deep appreciation for the taste and ritual of the whole process, so he indulged in the most bougie possible cup of flat black decaf each morning. He'd dedicated a small cabinet within the shop to the decaffeination and roasting process. Over the past three years Eel had probably spent more time tinkering with and perfecting his coffee assembly than he had actually working. But by now he was pretty confident in his claim of having the best damn cup of joe in the solar system. As the siphon did it's thing he ambled over to the nearest control tablet and thumbed through the list of harvesters. It was pretty obvious which one had the fault because it was lit up bright red and flashing. He held a thumb down on the recall icon. Holiday hummed in confirmation and the tablet flashed in response to prove to Arthur that the Harvester was on it's way to the Cauldron. He probably had about half an hour to an hour before it made it into the maintenance bay.

So it was time for some breakfast. Arthur loafed over to the hab units and entered the main kitchen. There they were: his beloved colleagues. He had his signature coy grin on his face as he pottered about the main kitchen. He spoke out to no one in particular: "Some crazy shit seems to be going down on Ell-Dee Prime. Spooky stuff. Any of you know anymore on it?" While speaking he had served himself some Dome-yoghurt, drizzled it with their own honey, and dashed some granola on-top. He sat down, suitably far enough from anyone else so as too not poke anyone's eye out with his extra appendages.