This arrangement, like many with the Pludorians, stems from our continued struggle to achieve precise translation across species. Pludorian language consists of layered vocal overtones, glandular emissions, and the strategic use of silence. Unfortunately, our translation AI still renders key terms like “peaceful cultural exchange” as “uninterrupted territorial claim,” and “non-binding rental” as “ancestral blood pact.”

As a result, what was meant to be a 3-hour rehearsal slot has become a 12-week ceremonial occupancy. The Pludorians have already begun blessing the air ducts.

Deck 121 will therefore be inaccessible until further notice. Staff are advised to avoid the area unless explicitly invited, harmonically summoned, or wearing at least one ceremonial scarf (available in limited supply from Mortimer-P6, your friendly HR assistant).

Effective immediately, the area will be inaccessible for non-chant-related activity, including but not limited to:

• Lunch breaks

• Cardio sessions or gravity-induced yoga operations

• Sulking in solitude

The Pludorians, known for their 19-hour vocal rituals and extreme humidity tolerance, have promised to keep the noise levels “reasonable” (in Pludorian terms). Earplugs are available in the commissary (limit 2 per person, not rated for psychic resonance).

We apologize for any inconvenience, sensory disorientation, or spontaneous throat harmonization this may cause. Please direct all complaints to Maintenance, who have heroically volunteered to go “camping in the vents” until this is over.

Thank you for your understanding, or as the Pludorians might say: "Gllrrnnhrr ak’tul.” (Possibly “our shared resonance,” or “we claim your water rights”—still unclear.)

Sincerely,
—Marvin
Head of Orbital Operations