Ycthuthrheth's drone whirs across the base frantically, its surprisingly dexterous hands in a frenzy, trying to accomplish an overwhelming number of tasks alone. Distracted by the overwhelming duties on hand, it doesn't realize the microphone is still on. "If only I could handle this planet's atmosphere, I could use all my hands. Gotta add more hands to this drone sometime…" buzzes through the drone's speakers.

Hearing Ycthuthrheth's muttering, Citria, Xochcatl, and Tezcatlipoca approach. Citria asks, "How can I help you?"

"Ah shit, I hot mic'ed again, didn't I? Oh, sorry for cursing," responds Ycthuthrheth, not so much as turning to face Citria's direction. Its focus is on the statuette it is trying to dust as quickly, carefully, and thoroughly as possible.

"Don't worry bout that, we're all adults here," says Tezcatlipoca.

Citria nods, "Apology accepted. And it looks like you need help."

Ycthuthrheth pauses for a bit. Getting the whole base in order is a doable job for its true body, but not for the drone. Accepting that it needs help, it faces Citria and accepts her offer. "DPIP Commanders are visiting soon. Can you please help gather anyone you can to help clean this place up?"

Xochcatl makes her way out the door as she says, "Consider it done." Once the three are out the door, Xochcatl turns to Citria and Tezcatlipoca and asks, "Who goes where?"

Knowing there are quite a few colonists who like taking their afternoon naps, Tezcatlipoca uses his thumb to point at a mycelium building behind him. "I'll check out the sleeping quarters."

Feeling a bit peckish herself, and knowing that others would have their second meal around this time, she begins to split off to the mess hall. "I will go to the eating area."

With that, Xochcatl states, "I will go to the forest then," and promptly makes her way.

With the other two departed, Tezcatlipoca makes his way to the dorms. The hot, muggy air cools down as he steps out of the shining sunlight. A gentle wind whistles through the halls as he closes the door behind him. His pupils adjust as the gentle glow of bioluminescent mushrooms are the only source of light. With quiet steps, he approaches and knocks on each door and knocks. After each knock, he quickly peeks inside. As expected, most of the rooms are without occupants, but Ivy and Zuri have had their naps interrupted. A cranky Zuri and a still not fully awake Ivy wearily follow Tezcatlipoca to the central plaza to wait for Ycthuthrheth's announcement.

Citria makes her way to the mess hall. Dread and Katherine are blissfully eating their lunch while Tara is serving herself. She quickly grabs a small portion herself while announcing to the others that Ycthuthrheth has an announcement to make. She then leads them all to the central plaza, food in hand.

Xochcatl traverses through the local fungal forest, guided by the sounds of whelps playing. Speckles of sunlight make their way through the large mushroom canopies and shine on the ground. Petrichor lingers in the air from yesterday's rain. The sounds of laughter and playing gets louder as Xochcatl approaches. Once Irko, Cattleya, and Colgate come into view, Xochcatl projects her voice. "We need your help. Come with me."

A bit bummed at having their play time cut short, they follow with unhidden discontent in their face.

With everyone who isn't away from the colony convened at the central plaza.

Upon reaching the plaza, seeing everyone at the base gathered, and not seeing Ycthuthrheth, Xochcatl assumes that it is busy cleaning up. She takes center stage and makes an announcement herself. "DPIP officials are visiting our base soon. Clean up and behave well."

Tezcatlipoca sighs. He knows she means the best, but this doesn't help with morale or motivation. He steps up and contributes his words as well. "Look, I understand it's not fun to have our days changed like this out of nowhere and have surprise tasks put on you. But look at it this way: The better we look now, the less watchful they will be over us."

Citria nods and joins in the announcement as well. "Exactly. As for responsibilities…"

Ycthuthrheth arrives upon hearing the others announcing. "Before you assign responsibilities. Tara, Zuri, Colgate, Cattleya, I need you all to come with me for etiquette lessons."

The named whelps follow the drone, happy to avoid chores, but oblivious that chores are the less boring option.

Citria continues, "… Well, in that case, whoever volunteers to clean the outhouses gets an extra day off."

Tezcatlipoca raises his hand, happy to have more rest.

Citria nods, "Xochcatl and I will take care of the mess hall, Irko and Dread take care of the dorms, and Ivy and Katherine take care of the infirmary. Does that sound good?"