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[keelahselai]

Who: Tali'Zorah and assorted people
When: End of November
Where: Around the encampment
What: Tali's blowing this popsicle stand, runs into a few people before she goes. Various starters within o/

Comments

\o/

[notglitching]

The answer isn't surprising. Not with her actions: the bag she's packed, the precautions she's been taking. Not with the situation all of them are in. Crew requires a ship, requires a system, and the incompetence of the Moira's admins has crashed theirs in a mess of faults and failure.

Rinzler doesn't move, doesn't react—because it's expected, because it's sensible. Because whether here or at the Portal, soon all of them will have to do the same.

The ticking rattle gets a little louder, though. After a moment, he reaches for his communicator.

Destination?