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[river_meimei]

River sits in the copilot's chair, staring at the blank impassive screen. It's switched off, even the brief WAVE DISCONNECTED light dark now. Around her, the ship is silent, but for the hum of the distant engine.

She doesn't look to see if there's a log of that call.






After several minutes, she reaches for the controls again. A few quick taps connect her to the Cortex, and bounce the signal through the appropriate buffers; this call is outgoing, to a number she doesn't need to look up.

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[aj_crawley]

Ship's clock, it's morning. As it happens, on Lavinia, it's morning too.


The tinny, electronic chirrup repeats, and again, and a few too many times.



Crowley flickers into being, bed-rumpled, with a faded blue shirt and sharp blue eyes.