[attr="class","spiral"]It's rare that Amalia does any work during daytime hours. Mostly because so much of her work requires night to have fallen to actually get done; but also because she absolutely despises being up early on its own. Much less being up relatively early and taking part in any kind of labor.

Alas, that's what's required of her today.

The other night an order she'd made finally came in. Materials, equipment, to help her with her studies. Specifically high quality cameras, some special radios, and some god-awful, uncomfortable portable furnishings to place them on. A tarp she can throw over them when she's not there.

Getting the furnishings up to a relatively flat portion of Meteor Falls's heights was simple enough, but the machinery is less so. It's delicate and infinitely more important. And on top of that she's getting fucking tired. She's a scientist not some kind of athelete -- all this hiking and lifting is killing her.

"Pleidas, stop clinging!" she snaps at her Cleffa who lets go of her pantleg with a frown, "I'm sorry, baby, but it's hard enough moving everything without you pulling at my leg. Canopus! PSYCHIC please, lovely."

She calls to her Lunatone, who by all accounts is no more excited to be working in the daylight than her. They hover lazily over to a camera and a moment later pink energy surrounds it and lifts it gingerly. Nearby their sibling Antares, Amalia's Solrock, spins about happily.

"Antares dear, stay out of our way, please!" she shouts, barely managing to keep some sweetness in her voice as she struggles to lift one of the hefty radios.