Barrier Gate Station West Wing Pub, The Lone Drunkard

[Commissar]

Sarah laughed, the sound escaping her cupped hands, despite her best efforts.
"Yep, I heard he also suffered from..." The girl'€™s sentence trailed off as the hologram manifested itself. The quality of the projection was remarkable. If she tried to push her device to that level of detail, it'd be just as likely to melt a hole in something, roast a half kilo of popcorn and explode. Not necessarily in that order, either. She was so enthralled by the figure, that the engineer didn't register what was actually being said for a few moments. Sarah's eyes probed the ball, searching for exhaust ports, cooling systems... something. She resisted the urge to take it apart though, that would hardly be polite at the table.

"Wow. Where did you get that? I've never seen anything like it..." She watched the ball enviously, like a child in a toy store, the Osiris and Plan B temporarily forgotten.

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May you live in interesting times.
| Sarah McFarlen | Jane Hartman |