--Transmission starts---
Anyone in the area of Gran Canaria(including you) is welcome to attend.
Eat some hot food and drink some springwater/beer/preferred beverage.
Discuss hot topics.
Unfortunately this is a freshly purchased slice of land so no amenities are available apart from the portaloos off to the side of the landing area.
Malaclypse is just down the road and may have a more favorable setup.
What this pad has to offer is unadulterated countryside for relaxing, lying back and...relaxing... along with a waterfall and swimming hole in the forest for those interested.
Please relax and enjoy! Try not to dent the Huggie on the way in.
Wait out the huge solar flare in peace and tranquility...or in other ways. Punch-ups are allowed off to the side there...out of range of the casual listeners.
--Transmission ends---
"hello there little maintenance robot, what shall I do with the place do you think?"
"Beep Boop"
"not much of an opinion eh? better get you an upgrade XM-2333"
Ah what a view. Almost makes me want to stay here all the time"
Wonder if anyone will be along...all this radiation could have fried everyones electronics I guess"
Still, can't be choosy about the company. You're still with me little robot"
"Well enough relaxation I guess.
Might as well fix that starboard thruster that was giving so many issues"
"XM23...get your rusty arse back here! I need a diagnostic!"
"Bweep?"
"Yes that one! Hit the board twice if it doesn't fire up first try"
"Beep beepp wooo"
"Better go and see if the neighbours have any parts I guess."
Pops stands on the veranda, shaking his head at the aroma of incinerated weiners coming from the small vale where the stream ran into a deep pool. A man of indeterminate age and demeanor stood next to him, holding a gin and tonic.
"Master Shamus, it appears that our new landholder is in need of some guests. And since your "inviter" still seems to be tied up delivering some nomad bits, why don't we take these two bottles of Sapphire with us and greet the nice fellow."
"I suppose I could be convinced to rough it for a bit." said Shamus. "If the the thing gets too idyllic, though, I warn you I may wretch."
*returns to find the maintenance droid talking with two strangers*
"Hello. You must have received an invite *along with the rest of the sector*
Please jump around, relax, eat some food, drink some beverage and enjoy the music, and if you can, entertain my maintenance droid. It hasn't been acting in a very standard way recently.
Swimming hole is on the left and down. Luckily we have the light from two suns here so you won't be needing a torch. Twilight is as good as it gets"
"Ah, that'll be the excavation crew, here to start work on the underground garage. Can you run a scan to check XM? And since when did you stop talking anyway."
"Since you installed that beepboop swearfilter, bweepbeep", comes a quiet tinny sounding voice.
"What was that?"
"Beepbweep boop"
"Well, go and see if that's the construction crew anyway."
