Welcome aboard the Hayloft, crew. For the next five years, you’ll be treating this ship as if she were your childhood home. Now, let’s set up some ground rules, eh?
First things first, no-one goes in my cockpit without permission. I don’t care how urgent it is, the only time you’re in there without my permission is if I’m unconscious or dying.
Everyone will be undergoing a full medical check in the first week. This is not optional. You will be examined head to toe, and must inform the medic of any pre-existing conditions.
Respect your fellow crew-mates. We’re living together for 5 years, and no matter how big this ship may seem right now, if you hate each other it’ll feel like being stuck together in a cardboard box the size of my thumb.
Now, about the ship. You all have your own rooms, we’ve tried to change ‘em up as much as we could to accommodate for your specified needs. You can decorate them however you want. All of the bedrooms are on the same floor, and you all have your own shower cubicle to fit your size attached to your room. Bathrooms are communal, same floor.
You all have your own work spaces and offices - customise them however you wish, but keep it mostly professional. We’re an army here.
I’ll be makin’ the rounds tonight, helping everyone get settled in, and we’ll go get takeout - on me, of course. While you set up, feel free to drop by my office - you’ve all received a map of the Hayloft, I’ll be in there all afternoon.
Let’s get goin’!