' Wrote:Olivia walked in. Her sleeves had tearstains on them. Her ship, viewable from the window of the bar, was battered. She was exploring Omicron Kappa today. A pilot hailed her via private comms. She couldn't reach her in time. Guilt sickened her. Her eyes were red and puffy. She sat down at the bar, silently. She didn't look up - she kept her head down in a cradle of her arms, eyes closed, thinking about what could've happened.
. . .
After a few drinks, she left the bar and walked to a hotel and rented a room. Olivia crashed on the bed and fell asleep immediately.
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brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.