Alright. Chess?
Chess? Don’t that require maths? you’re too good at maths. How ‘bout Black Jack?
I can do that…
Occasionally frustrating, and not as useful as it could be given that I am without the advantage of being underestimated. Still, there’s only one member of the crew who makes a consistent effort to use my age to keep me out of jobs and generally be a pain, and I don’t think I need to tell you who that is.
She’s got a faulty pressure gauge and busted a few contraction gaskets the other day. But it’s nothing Kaylee can’t handle, even though she may not know about that last part yet. We’re still flying.
Is this a reference to the ritual distribution of sweetened, plastic-wrapped products that took place each year on Earth-That-Was? The tradition is still carried out on distant corners of one or two of the rim planets today, though instead of candy it’s usually single dried kernels of corn, and instead of wearing costumes, children adorn themselves with chicken feathers.
If so, I am afraid I am unable to offer you any confections over the Internet, though if you were here, I would offer you an ounce of molded protein.
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I don’t know yet. I have to wait and see.
Alright. Chess?
There are no rainy days in space. The question is irrelevant. If there were, I would be wondering how we had come to be in this strange atmosphere, or what it was that was about to kill us since this strange warp in reality occurred.
On-world, though, rain is an excellent opportunity for standing outside.
Apologies for my absence. The end of my hiatus should be imminent.
