[Aeryn] Dinner?

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Who: Aeryn
Where: Corridors/dining room
When: Day 28, Later afternoon
Invited: Open
Status: Incomplete



Aeryn had left the others, Tara, Michelle and Molly and made her way through the maze of corridors. There surely had to be a place she could clean up the leathers of her jacket and pants? Maybe somewhere she could wash the top, too?

Gratefully, she'd accepted the clean clothing that Molly had brought. Peacekeepers had no qualms about sharing clothing, as long as they fit. After all, if a peacekeeper was killed, his or her uniform could be recycled for the next officer.

But how she knew about that, she had no idea.

Walking the corridor, she found herself humming the strange tune that John had programmed his DRD "1812" with. It was odd, since she had no idea where it'd come from, had no memory of what a DRD was/is, but it felt comforting, as if it were something she was used to hearing.

(OOC: 1812 played, if you didn't know/couldn't guess, the 1812 overture... and a DRD is like a small robot, designed to keep the ships clean/tidy/repaired.)

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OOC: ~LOL!~ I was thinking exactly the same thing when I posted it!