Xenotober 17 Camping (100 words, 2 NPCs)
a/n: Life among the urban NPCs is less than glamorous. 100 words.
Lacey hauled a bushel of uniforms out of the industrial washer. "I wish I were camping."
Ruz took her position, tossing armloads of soiled pants and jackets into the skell-sized machine. "What's so great about it?"
"Talking around a fire, sleeping in the open air. All those crazy moons. BLADEs get to enjoy the planet, but I could stand some fresh air." She sighed, using her entire body to slam the industrial dryer shut.
"I wish the Ma-non would finish with the improvements they promised. I swear, the orders keep getting heavier."
"Okay, after that, I wish we were camping."
a/n: I am very very tired and I also did laundry today.
Next up: a good night's sleep. Also, evolution.
