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trans_92009-12-04 10:33 pm
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...tuppence a bag [OPEN]
It wasn't that the ship, Stacy, was silent. There were people running about, engines groaning and the walls creaking. Stacy was far from that. however, there was no... life. No mothers coddling babes or work-men selling their wares. There was children, but they were older than their ages permitted, and she didn't exactly know what to make of them.
Thus, she had found the sensoriums, and with a relieved sigh, she took in the false sights of home, the pigeons gathering on the window sills, the rats running in the muck to the side of the road. It might not be real, but it was close and all she needed now was a way to find bread, hopefully feed the birds, and pretend.
Thus, she had found the sensoriums, and with a relieved sigh, she took in the false sights of home, the pigeons gathering on the window sills, the rats running in the muck to the side of the road. It might not be real, but it was close and all she needed now was a way to find bread, hopefully feed the birds, and pretend.