What do you imagine your CMDR does when bedding down at a station? Repost.

My commander currently slept in his man-cabin for several weeks...whenever he get's back to the bubble he'll first get a bath, then a fancy meal, hard liquer and an expensive yet respectable brothel. Then he'll realize he didn't book anywhere, return to his ship, puke somewhere the autocleaning works and drop into bed.
 
Regard the fact, that there is no, at least e-rated, toilet aboard, he has to dock every 2-3 hours and run towards the public station toilet in the hope to reach it in time…

Besides that, an important advice:
Regardless of being in space: don't pee to the luv-side of the solar-wind! You'll get yellow legs.
 
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Once the old viper 4 is docked and settled, she sets to bleaching the pris - cargo bay... then catches up with back issues of Vipers Weekly, Mk4 Monthly and the quarterly publication Max Power: SRV Edition.
 
*blinks*

....Dad?

I know you're kidding - but I am reminded of a funny - or maybe not so funny story.

When I was visiting the Univerity of Oklahoma in 1995 I met a foreign exchange student there who looked so much like my sister at age 18 I had to do a double take. We got to talking and turns out she was from Paris, her birthday was 8 1/2 months after I'd been there and visited the Mont Marte district where her mom lived who she described as a woman who looked very much like the woman I had hooked up with that weekend. I moved on to other topics.

Now if something stranger hadn't happened to my Dad once I would have written that off to just coincidence. But my dad met a lady at a party who was from California and he (from Oklahoma) and she started talking about where their families were from. After a string of back and forthes they found out that they both had the same great, great grandfather. A captain in the Army of the Republic of Texas whose last name was Callahan, who'd fought at the battle of San Jacinto and whose homestead was Buffalo Bayou. Pretty wierd.

That's when I learned the world isn't all that large after all.
 
Some years ago, I posted a thread on this very subject and got some interesting responses at the time.


https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showt...your-CMDR-does-when-he-beds-down-at-a-station



These days, I wonder what people's responses will be, now that we know a little more about the interior of our ships?

As for Vyse, these days he exclusively sleeps aboard his ships. He still prefers the ancient sailor's method of sleeping in a hammock, though he sleeps in a comfortable one. He does keep a bed if it's absolutely necessary. Aboard the Delphinus, his Anaconda and personal "flagship", as well as some of his other ships of certain sizes (such as the Python, the Federal Assault Ship, and the Imperial Clipper), he keeps a well stocked but small galley where he cooks all his own food, though on some it's more of a kitchenette than a full galley. He rarely flies any ship smaller than his Vulture.



But I put the question to you, Commanders. What does your Commander do when it's time to go to bed? What sort of accomodations does your Commander have aboard the ship?

So I asked mine right before he was going to take a nap, and he said he mostly dreams about...

- Getting out of his flight seat

- Walking

- Meeting up with friends to show off the new swag I bought him

- Using the doors that are so temptingly close to his cockpit and SRV seat

- Dreaming what it would be like to stand on the observation lounge in the Anaconda.

- Wondering if anyone is ever going to come get all those cargo creates laying around the landing pad (as well as those suspicious looking hoses)

- Very curious about all those vehicles driving around the station - where are they all going?

- Wishing he could race his SRV around space stations with his friends - those highways look like fun!

- Wondering what it would be like to float in zero G?

- Wondering if the hotels on the stations are nice?

- Curious to know why criminals are allowed to post on public passenger boards and wander the public passenger terminals - are there really no police on the station?

- Dreaming he could see one of those Androids advertised on the billboards in action

- Dreaming he could see the auto-painter/repairer/fueler/loader-unloader that gets him in and out of the station so efficiently

- Dreaming he could sign up for some of those lucrative ship transfer missions - 20 million to fly a ship for 20 minutes = cha ching baby!

- Dreaming he could see the docking computer in person to see if it really is as big as two tons of cargo

- Wondering how his small ships holds all those materials? Could there be a Tardis in the Material Closet?

At this point he fell asleep in his flight seat.

:-D
 
Bedding down? That sounds like a luxury my Cmdr skips out on.

-Usually as when we awakens he's face down in the gutter. If stations don't have those, they need sort it out.
 
Lego.
specifically 1970's space lego - I've got a big old section of the ship dedicated to it so when I'm docked I'm neck deep in old grey and trans yellow.

I was attacked today by Partick Moore - presumably he's got a section of his ship dedicated to model railways and if so, I want to visit!
 
A shower with water that falls downwards. A drink at a bar where it just sits in the glass, and I don't have to suck it through a straw.
 
Bedding down? That sounds like a luxury my Cmdr skips out on.

-Usually as when we awakens he's face down in the gutter. If stations don't have those, they need sort it out.

Vacuum drains. That's why when he finally does wake up one side of his face is purple from exploded blood vessels.
 
Going for a good walk around the station. Burning calories off. Meeting people. Enjoying the local cuisine. Obtaining trading tips and routes. Exchanging engineering tips.
 
Going for a good walk around the station. Burning calories off. Meeting people. Enjoying the local cuisine. Obtaining trading tips and routes. Exchanging engineering tips.

Whooaa man. You've forgotten what it was like when you were an Ensign...
 
My commander sits in his chair crying, aware that space legs are never coming and he'll never be allowed out of his cockpit.
 
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