Cattleya clutches her head and barely manages to speak coherently through frantic panting. "haahaahaa Ihh'm dyhing." Her legs wobble with each step, threatening to collapse.

Before she topples over, Citria runs to her side and gently nudges Cattleya to lean on her. "Lean on me. I'm taking you to the shade."

"Okay. Urgh." Cattleya begins to gag.

"Did you get sick?" asks Xochcatl as she puts her hand to Cattleya's forehead. She then pulls away her hand with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're not sweating."

"Really?" Bloe reaches out the tip of her tail to confirm, then pulls it back. "Her pulse is rapid."

They reach the shade of a giant mushroom, and Ycthuthrheth looks at its surroundings. The chitter of bugs continues as usual, but the fauna are notably less active. There is not a single cloud to provide cover from the blinding suns. A thick odor of stagnation lingers in the air as the swamp is assaulted by sunlight and the wind refuses to blow. Air in the distance is clouded by the water it holds. The shade of the giant mushrooms are the only reprieve from the sun, but they offer nothing against the suffocating air Ycthuthrheth checks the drone's thermometer. Yup, these are not safe temperatures to be taking colonists in. Especially when the moist air blankets the creatures trying to cool down. Ycthuthrheth nods, "She's having a heat stroke."

Xochcatl, who had made a pair of makeshift fans to cool herself and Cattleya with, is currently fanning them both. "Well of course." She stops fanning once she realizes the hot and humid air will do nothing to cool them down. "We're quite close to having one ourselves."

Bloe spreads the membranes of her wings wide, hoping it will help her dissipate all the heat she can as quickly as possible. Her head droops low, trying to preserve energy in this oppressive heat. "I'll get water in a bit."

From the instant Cattleya stopped leaning on Citria, Citria went to dig shallow pits. Feeling the freshly dug ground is significantly cooler than the non-agitated earth, she looks to Cattleya and Xochcatl. "Bring Cattleya here," she demands in a soft tone while pointing to a small pit.. Her gentle voice gives them directions, "Here here. Lay down. Try to relax." Once she got Cattleya to lay down again, Citria digs her own pit and lays down. As the fluffiest one in the group, she herself is already feeling on the brink of a heat stroke.

Once Bloe feels that she has cooled enough, she flew off to fetch water.

Unsure what to do, Ycthuthrheth grabs its hands. "So um. Can I help you all with anything?"

Citria lifts her head to look at the drone. "Are you able to keep track of her temperature?"

It starts to hover toward Cattleya. "Oh, yes. Let me-"

Xochcatl cuts it off. "How hot is it inside your ship?"

Ycthuthrheth pauses for a bit. "It's pleasantly cool but-"

"We should move her to your ship."

Its panic is visible trough its drone proxy.

Before it could give a response, Bloe arrives carrying water. She carefully gives water to Cattleya, then turns to the others. "What were you all talking about?"

"Ycthuthrheth is in a cool space while we are here suffering in the heat," responds Xochcatl.

"No, well… Look. My home atmosphere is different from yours. Your air is toxic to me. My air is toxic to you. My ship may be climate controlled, but is full of my air for me to live in. Air that is limited. Air that cannot be recaptured once released. Air that might cause damage to all of you and the local biome. That and I do not have a proper exploration suit for my body."

Bloe tilts her head. "Is it possible to uh, 'climate control' one room for us? Maybe the infirmary?"

The drone nods. "That is a good idea."

Citria butts in. "May we have a temperature check, please?"

"Yes, temperature check." Ycthuthrheth floats its way to the laying Cattleya and scans her. "Her temperature is lowering." It then looks back at Citria, Xochcatl, and Bloe. "And once there is no longer a risk of heat stroke, I will help you all with setting up air conditioning in the infirmary."

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Cattleya clutches her head and barely manages to speak coherently through frantic panting. "haahaahaa Ihh'm dyhing." Her legs wobble with each step, threatening to collapse. Before she topples over, Citria runs to her side and gently nudges Cattleya to lean on her. "Lean on me. I'm taking you to the shade." "Okay. Urgh." Cattleya begins to gag. "Did you get sick?" asks Xochcatl as she puts her hand to Cattleya's forehead. She then pulls away her hand with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're not sweating." "Really?" Bloe reaches out the tip of her tail to confirm, then pulls it back. "Her pulse is rapid." They reach the shade of a giant mushroom, and Ycthuthrheth looks at its surroundings. ((The chitter of bugs continues as usual, but the fauna are notably less active. There is not a single cloud to provide cover from the blinding suns. A thick odor of stagnation lingers in the air as the swamp is assaulted by sunlight and the wind refuses to blow. Air in the distance is clouded by the water it holds. The shade of the giant mushrooms are the only reprieve from the sun, but they offer nothing against the
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Bloe: 1 mentions
Cattleya: 4 mentions
Citria: 1 mentions
Xochcatl: 1 mentions

201 to 400
suffocating air)) Ycthuthrheth checks the drone's thermometer. Yup, these are not safe temperatures to be taking colonists in. Especially when the moist air blankets the creatures trying to cool down. Ycthuthrheth nods, "She's having a heat stroke." Xochcatl, who had made a pair of makeshift fans to cool herself and Cattleya with, is currently fanning them both. "Well of course." She stops fanning once she realizes the hot and humid air will do nothing to cool them down. "We're quite close to having one ourselves." Bloe spreads the membranes of her wings wide, hoping it will help her dissipate all the heat she can as quickly as possible. Her head droops low, trying to preserve energy in this oppressive heat. "I'll get water in a bit." From the instant Cattleya stopped leaning on Citria, Citria went to dig shallow pits. Feeling the freshly dug ground is significantly cooler than the non-agitated earth, she looks to Cattleya and Xochcatl. "Bring Cattleya here," she demands in a soft tone while pointing to a small pit Her gentle voice gives them directions, "Here here. Lay down. Try to relax." Once she got Cattleya to lay down again, Citria digs her own pit and
Mention Counter
Bloe: 1 mentions
Cattleya: 5 mentions
Citria: 3 mentions
Xochcatl: 2 mentions

401 to 600
lays down. As the fluffiest one in the group, she herself is already feeling on the brink of a heat stroke. Once Bloe feels that she has cooled enough, she flew off to fetch water. Unsure what to do, Ycthuthrheth grabs its hands. "So um. Can I help you all with anything?" Citria lifts her head to look at the drone. "Are you able to keep track of her temperature?" It starts to hover toward Cattleya. "Oh, yes. Let me-" Xochcatl cuts it off. "How hot is it inside your ship?" Ycthuthrheth pauses for a bit. "It's pleasantly cool but-" "We should move her to your ship." Its panic is visible trough its drone proxy. Before it could give a response, Bloe arrives carrying water. She carefully gives water to Cattleya, then turns to the others. "What were you all talking about?" "Ycthuthrheth is in a cool space while we are here suffering in the heat," responds Xochcatl. "No, well… Look. My home atmosphere is different from yours. Your air is toxic to me. My air is toxic to you. My ship may be climate controlled, but is full of my air for me to live in. Air that is
Mention Counter
Bloe: 2 mentions
Cattleya: 2 mentions
Citria: 1 mentions
Xochcatl: 2 mentions

601 to 721
limited. Air that cannot be recaptured once released. Air that might cause damage to all of you and the local biome. That and I do not have a proper exploration suit for my body." Bloe tilts her head. "Is it possible to uh, 'climate control' one room for us? Maybe the infirmary?" The drone nods. "That is a good idea." Citria butts in. "May we have a temperature check, please?" "Yes, temperature check." Ycthuthrheth floats its way to the laying Cattleya and scans her. "Her temperature is lowering." It then looks back at Citria, Xochcatl, and Bloe. "And once there is no longer a risk of heat stroke, I will help you all with setting up air conditioning in the infirmary."
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Bloe: 2 mentions
Cattleya: 1 mentions
Citria: 2 mentions
Xochcatl: 1 mentions
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Cattleya is in 4 chunks
Citria is in 4 chunks
Xochcatl is in 4 chunks
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