{i think you know too much, but the mind knows what the mouth wants}

[brokencopy]

Who: B; anyone who happens to be on the SS Heron
Broadcast: Nope.
Action: All over the Heron.
When: Januaryish ... all month, if you like.

{This is a ship mingle! Come get your socialization on.}

Comments

[brokencopy]

How long has it been this way?

[redactions]

A few months.

[brokencopy]

And no one's investigated the cause?

[redactions]

The ship is exactly the same composition it was before the change. It doesn't make any sense.

[brokencopy]

Well, something must be different. There's any number of variables that could be contributing to it.

[He frowns around the end of his thumb, chewing the tip of his thumbnail as he thinks over what those variables might be.]

[redactions]

Sometimes the things here can't be logically explained. That's all right.

[brokencopy]

I'm afraid I'll have to disagree with you on that front.

[redactions]

[ He shrugs. Evenly, ]

If you want to.

[brokencopy]

There is a logical explanation for everything. Just because it isn't immediately apparent doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

[Because a world where things happen without logic flies in the face of everything B has ever believed.]

[redactions]

[ He shrugs. ]

True, but there's limits to every kind of understanding.

[brokencopy]

Are there? I would think the only limit to understanding is imagination.