[unsick party @ my carrier ship]

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

With the little house she’d been fixing in the City quarantined, Sheryl had made it her business to become intimately acquainted with the Quarter, and had happily discovered that it had a serviceable mess kitchen and crew bunks in the dustier parts of its bowels. A few hours in Hydroponics later, she’d assembled the materials for a serviceable break from ship-goo dinners, and now a respectable soup was finishing up on the oversized burners.

She let her hair down and sent off a brief omnicomm message and started pushing the worst of the dust off the little lounge’s tables before anyone from off Frontier could arrive.

[[ Dated to after podpop and during contagion plot, open to all. ]]

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[for-magic.livejournal.com]

Purely out of curiosity, a boundless quality of his, Aibghalien had decided to investigate this message on the peculiar communications device, and had consequently gone looking for the Hangar.

Quite a mistake.

Now, teeth gritted, the wizard floated slowly through the depths of the machine-filled space. In each hand a wand tracked individual vehicles as he passed them. Every fiber seemed braced for an attack.

Someone was having a rough adjustment to ship life, in this one respect.

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

She looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the newcomer. "What's with the sour face?"

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

The elf didn't aim his wands at the woman, but certainly one could be brought to bear in a moment if necessary. When he spoke, he sounded calm, but tension knotted through the words tightly. "Who owns these... devices, and what is their purpose?"

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

"They're fighters, obviously."

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

"That didn't answer either of my questions," Aibghalien said, voice still tight. "I would very much like to establish who owns these devices, and whether or not I have any... unfinished business with them, or they with me."

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

"What? It's the Skulls and Rogues and whoever."

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

He turned this name over in his mind, then relaxed slightly, slipping the wands back into their, for lack of a better word, holsters on his belt. "That doesn't sound like the people I'm concerned about. It still might be, mind, but there's enough doubt now that I'm prepared to give the benefit of it.

"I apologize for my brusqueness," he continued as he sank closer to the ground. "The only times I have seen things of these nature, they were being used to purge the magic from my kingdom and the entire continent it was a part of."