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[genice]

I don't know about the ship's calendar, but I'm going to keep one following the Gregorian calendar back on Earth. That winter themed celebration last night with the sudden intrusive gift problem I faced today reminds me of North American Christmas, so I'm counting today as December 25th!

( happy birthday to himself, he guesses? )

Speaking of, did anyone else find unexpected packages left in their room overnight? Maybe even something alive? I've spent all day trying to figure out what this thing is or what it eats, but even the people who pass as veterinarians here swear they've never seen anything like it.

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( the attached image is of a brown, poodle-fur tribble wearing a flower crown of yellow daffodils. in the background, an actual poodle can be seen sniffing at the tribble. )

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[genice]

( Let's do brunch sometime, guys, Victor has no horse in this race but he does have curiosity and a lack of competitive circles to skate in anymore. Being social is his next big fallback, and he's kind of loving it, even paired against the need he feels in the face of so much he doesn't know or understand.

Like space. All this; he's slowly learning. )

You keep talking like that, I'm going to miss Earth even more than I already do. For all that can be found here, one of the many things that cannot is any sea shore worth witnessing. Not one gull, not one breath of salty air or fish.

I don't... Hah. It's curious. Even the flower crowns I found. It's not uncommon for fans to perhaps pitch in and buy such things for favoured skaters; I had one in blue roses when I was oh, seventeen or so, that I was given and wore during the award ceremony for the European Nationals that year. Of the rainbow's collection of flower crowns I found today, wouldn't you know but one was of blue roses? Such a strange nod to life before now.

[aploun]

Sorry. Spend years on a ship, you begin to miss even getting bitten by a mosquito. It's not the worst place to be—this is nicer than a regulation battleship—but I was looking forward to finally settling.

Can't say I'm all that comfortable here, though, knowing someone here knows something about me that almost no one does.

[genice]

The apology's accepted, though unnecessary. I think we were all looking forward to what we were facing, when — well. For those of us facing a future where the possibilities felt promising.

( unlike the people who were about to die. like Jyn, and Cassian, and the rest of their crew. life is fickle; not everyone was facing a moment of crisis or importance when they found themselves here. for some, this was an accidental salvation. )

One of space life's little mysteries. Who knows? Both it and the dustbunny might be explained sooner or later.