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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. )

Comments

[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.