#//after checking with lisa imma say it's like close to 100 Fahrenheit and has been like... most of the day

[skylarclarke]

( open starter )

Ustust was hot as balls this time of year, to use the technical term. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, but given the crew's current lodgings away from the Prosperity and lack of functioning a/c in said lodgings, it was too warm to really get comfortable. Historically, Sky probably would have been all over being part of the solution - but Marshall and HJ had it covered. He'd made it clear he was only a message away if it turned into a three-person job or needed his input in some other way, but hell if he was going to become a micromanager over this.

Instead he'd camped out in one of the clubhouse's many free rooms in a tank and shorts, window open in an effort to coax in some kind of breeze - and a small portable fan on the table in front of him to create a crossdraft. Or... just draft, since the window being open really wasn't doing much. Still, the fan was doing its thing well enough that he was mostly thinking about the work on the screen in front of him and the music coming through his headphones, only somewhat distracted from both by the ever-present heat. Until he caught sight of someone else entering the room, anyway. "Please tell me you're here to pass along the news that the a/c's fixed and it'll be kicking on any second now," he joked as he hit pause on his music and tugged his earbuds out, evidently still in decent spirits.