Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 142
Date: 02 - 03 - 819 AS @ 20:33 SUT
Title: Untitled.

Well, here I am. On Newark Station, in the cafe, resting my feet, enjoying some doughnuts and a latte.

Despite this enjoyable calm environment I do rather wish to be back home on the Silico. However, that cannot occur at this moment because I am ever so slightly stranded here.

As for how this came about? Well.

I was sitting in much the same position I am in now enjoying an intelligent debate with a local Naval pilot; a "charming" young lad by the name of Mason. We were discussing such things as the meaning of life, the universe and everything; interspersed with occasional divergences into things like my sex life and his fear of girls.

The Eagle I had arrived on was parked in the docking facility of the station, simply minding its own business when some clown in a Tridente showed up outside and blew it - and about a half dozen other things - to pieces.

My first thought was something along the lines of "Oh cock! My ship's just been destroyed!"

It then quickly changed to "Oh balls! How am I going to get home?"

Before finally settling on "Oh goodie! That means I can go back to eating doughnuts!"

Of course the fire alarm went off and people were running around like idiots but I didn't care. It's been so damned long since I've had doughnuts that even burning to a crisp wouldn't ruin the moment.


Doughnuts rule.

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