[h1]Isaac Adesso[/h1]

[color=lightblue]"....Yeah yeah, I'm awake, I'm awake."[/color]

Isaac grumbled as Holiday began sounding off across the entire Dome. The corporate taglines meant nothing to him, hell, the Dome news barely meant anything to him either. The chatter about overtime was patently ignored, he logged enough of it as it was without getting further incentives. Inclement weather was....neat, he guessed, something that Isaac still was not used to frankly. He groaned, sitting up, a nice, luxurious three hours of sleep under his belt today as he ran his hands across his face. The small machine shop he had commandeered was whirring to life, as it did at the dawn of each new day, and he swung out of his hammock with a stretch, already stumbling towards the coffee machine. It was not good, it was not even serviceable, but it was brewed strong enough to strip paint. So it would wake him up, more than before at least, and poured it into a travel thermos he had managed to bring with him.

[color=lightblue]"Right, to-do list for today."[/color]

Isaac muttered as he listened to the dome news. Cow sick, that sucks, but the possible cause was far more annoying to hear. Initial soil samples detected oil, meaning leaks in the pipe systems, meaning he would have to head down into the maintenance tunnels and find the narrow passageway leading to those pipes in particular. Orbital construction yard would be in view, yeah he had no interest in staring that way if he could help it since, well, in another life he would have been in those yards. But, no, no dwelling on that. Lunar Dome Prime had to vent a troublesome laboratory, and he was pre-cleared to go out and clear debris and litter on a brief walk. Well fuck, that was the best news he heard all month, actually perking up, however briefly, at the idea of getting to go space walk, even briefly.

[color=lightblue]"...Well, for once I am hoping something needs cleaned up..."[/color]

Isaac grabbed a fresh set of coveralls, heading to his improvised shower and rinsing off before changing into the clean coveralls, heading back out and getting the rest of his tools together just in time for Holiday to chime in. Recommended supplies for clearing lunar debris was staged in the cauldron, and he nodded to himself as he made his way for the door of his machine shop turned living space.

[color=lightblue]"Got it, grabbing breakfast then I'll inventory before checking in on that pipe leak."[/color]

Isaac made his way towards the hab units, moving faster than he normally might. The fact he could actually do one of his space walks for once was something to look forward to, frankly, even if it was for a, by all accounts, stupid reason. The fuck was Prime voiding shit for? Never mind, he didn't want to know, and Holiday wouldn't answer that even if he asked. Instead, as he made his way into the kitchen area itself, there were several other people already there. Busy morning, it seemed, and as he loaded up a tray with whatever food he could reach for his meal. No regard for flavor or aesthetic mix, just getting what he needed for nutrition, finding an empty table to sit down at with a yawn.

[color=lightblue]"No fucking clue on Prime, but if anyone sees that lunar debris sound off, I'm overdue to head out there anyways."[/color]