We received orders last night to keep the natives captive for yet another day, while my fearless co-captain remained with his away team for the foreseeable future. To alleviate their disappointment, I invited the natives to share my quarters for just one night. The night was relatively peaceful but today began as the sun rose behind the cloud cover, much to early.
My initial course of action was to occupy the natives with creative indoor outlets and help them begin preparations for an upcoming holiday that they will celebrate once their education resumes. Other time consuming ideas included games of my own childhood as well as artistic and sensory crafts. I also had high expectations of allowing the natives to briefly experience the natural elements of the outdoors in this region, but as the storm continues, the snow drifts are now as tall as the shortest native in my care and I fear it would not be a pleasurable experience for anyone.
Their only source of outdoor protection, that I had dug out after the last storm passed, is slowly filling up. I also fear that the snow clearing vehicles this region deploys may cause the collapse of the fort, as I was not careful in reinforcing the structure. I shall see about building a new one once this storm has calmed. Perhaps the natives will help, but after their last feeble attempt, I believe the responsibility and bulk of the work will again, fall to me.
I had planned on occupying the natives without the use of technology, a luxury they have grown accustomed to. Unfortunately, after only a short time of engaging activities, it was clear that refuge was needed and resistance was futile.
Fortunately, my co-captain and I have maintained our longstanding prime membership with the Amazon, a well known entity that fulfills many material “wishes” on this planet. The natives are now quietly enjoying another nostalgic form of entertainment from my childhood as if entranced: The Last Unicorn. There is strong possibility that should our creative activities not resume as smoothly as I hope, I shall also search for The Never Ending Story, as this has become the theme of this winter and our stay here.
I look forward to the eventual return of my co-captain and taking the natives to another area of this region for a family celebration this weekend…
Supplemental Log: snow date 247365-711
I have successfully cleaned, folded and put away all native articles of clothing. It is a rare occurrence that I shall not dismiss without celebration. Unfortunately, in our storm preparations, I did not obtain certain celebratory beverages that may or may not also help maintain calm in such conditions. I shall have to depend on what is in the reserves. I hope it is enough to power through…
Supplemental Log to the Supplemental Log: snow date 247365-711
The head of this region’s education sent confirmation to my co-captain that captivity shall continue through tomorrow. I have sent a secondary away team to investigate the planet’s “polar vortex” caused by the climate change it’s inhabitants have, unknowingly, until recently, helped to speed up.
During the later hours of daylight, I was able to take 2 of the 3 natives on an adventure into the elements. It was brief but they certainly seemed to enjoy the soft white precipitation that blanketed this region up to my knees. They also enjoyed watching the “snow” being haphazardly pushed to the sides of their main pathways of transportation. This “removal”, hardly the word I’d use for it, created enormous piles that I will undoubtedly be requested to dig yet another “fort” from.
The ship’s counselor was able to remain on the bridge while caring for the youngest, who seems to have come down with what is known here as “the common cold”. As the chief medical officer, I see no cause for further medical assistance at this time.
I will be sending a third away team, composed of only myself, to obtain supplies for tomorrow’s inevitable need for entertaining the natives and much needed beverages for entertaining me. I have left the ship’s counselor and head of engineering in charge until my return.
I suspect another “sleepover” (as they call it here) in my quarters accompanied by the affore mentioned movie entitled “The Book That Keeps On Going” (as the oldest native referred to it) will please the young natives.
I remain hopeful that my co-captain is still able to communicate although he is out of transporter range. I look forward to his return tomorrow.