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It's business as usual aboard the Good Ship HMS Terror. Breakfast in the morning, dinner in the evening, days spent chipping at ice and tending to mustard plants grown on steam pipes. All the random visitors have gone back to their respective homes, and though they all gained a new friend in the form of a magical duck-girl, everyone's kind of seems off their game.
Good thing they've all got each other, right?
((What's this? An all-purpose open log to get us through to Sabriel's nightmare? Yes. Yes, it is. Have at, trash pandas.))
Good thing they've all got each other, right?
((What's this? An all-purpose open log to get us through to Sabriel's nightmare? Yes. Yes, it is. Have at, trash pandas.))
