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fandomtownies2005-12-23 11:16 am
suzotchka.livejournal.com) wrote in fandomtownies2005-12-23 11:16 am
Friday morning, the White Star
Ivanova rolled out of her specially rigged bed that was, gasp, comfortable, shambled through the quiet ship in her pyjamas, checked for any new uplinks, made herself some coffee, and realised that it was Friday. As in, the day after Zathras was supposed to come and get her so that she could actually get home, and not just be orbiting a dead planet two hundred years too early. Bastard.
She stomped outside to see if he had landed and just decided not to come in. No sign of a ship or a Zathras. She sat down on the ramp. Looks like she might be spending Christmas in Fandom after all.
[[Come and console our Dear Little Friend]]
She stomped outside to see if he had landed and just decided not to come in. No sign of a ship or a Zathras. She sat down on the ramp. Looks like she might be spending Christmas in Fandom after all.
[[Come and console our Dear Little Friend]]