RP: 188604 State of the USO Address

Bar:

Cyrus nodded to Spacecase and shook his hand. "Cyrus Marshall, nice to meet you." He replied to the freespacer.

As Errowyn leaned into him, he smiled warmly and wrapped and arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. "What have you been up to E?" He asked moving his hand to scratch her ear.

Yeah, that Osman Courtyard

"Correct. Water is used for more than just drinking as you've said." Arx was about to continue but the sound of an explosion distracted her, as she looked at the living rocket flying away through the sky, mouth slightly open with concern. Based off the lack of panicking people this must have been intentional...

Palace Side

"...Truffleshit!?" Cloudy just repeated in a confused tone, but obeyed anyway, remaining seated in the dirt. They probably could have flown after the empress, but was actually confused about whether flying around in a ball of fire was the present or not... They had never seen a nekovalkyrja do that.

Uso was kind of an amusing organic thing. They were glad Uso liked the blob spider friends.

Holding up the last of the three cans, though, they did have to ask themselves; Did automata get lonely? Truffleclub was one of many, and had always assumed that feeling was the absence of those original many. Such an isolation had given them no choice but to dream. Perhaps the liquid friends should also dream?...

He wasn't sure.

With Cyrus:

Errowyn finished taking a sip, then answered. "Been getting my Island back in livable conditions. Had to redo the netting hanger for 5. Need to harden it into a bunker for the craft." She looked up at him with a smile. She glanced up as Uso flew over on an errand that she only knew of. She took another sip of her drink as she looked around the room and at the people present.