Gravity Well

[Unseelie]

Men and women ate, digging in with fervor, toasting one another and taunting their comrades, celebrating, until the loud crash of breaking glass echoed through the hall. It quieted, to a degree, as a few stretched to look around their comrades, to see whom had dropped a tray. There was a shout, and a few marines drew their sidearms, trying to see through the crowd. A roar, and then a scream, and then a whimper. More screams.

The bears had followed their noses, as the alaurms started to ring. They'd pawed their way down hallways, through one glass window, into an occupied and active mess, where the main dish was a large batter-baked salmon, a celebration of the upcoming leave.

Monkeys screamed, jumped, hooted. Loud explosions went off, the bears were stung. Gnats and horseflies...but there was a fish. They could smell it, such a delicious fish. Why wouldn't these monkeys get out of the way? Move! Roar again. Tell these monkeys that you're bigger, that the fish is yours. They're little monkeys. No! Move! Don't sit down! Move!

Well, we can still eat that fish with the monkeys asleep.

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