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Who: Windrose crew and friends!
Broadcast: Nope
Action: All Windrose, all the time
When: In the general August area

[We may be sad to leave the beautiful planet behind, but we still have each other!]

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Nah. He just... he reminds me a lot of my old partner Octavian. So I keep saying really stupid shit to him, even though it's not fair to expect him to understand it. So it's my fault whenever things get weird because I don't think enough about stuff.

[And remembering Octavian is like remembering a ghost. It comes in snatches, impressions manifesting at unexpected times, because of a word, a gesture, a smell, who knows.]

[She nudges Charles.] It's your turn.

I'm sure he doesn't see it that way.

[ He glances back at the picture. ] Where were we?

[She snorts.] He thought I was expecting ass pats when I felt bad about a really dumb thing. So I called him a dick. Then we went shopping, so it was fine.

We were on hoverboards! On the moon. On hoverboards.

Ah, yes.

And then there were aliens.

[ They're green. ]

And the aliens wanted to catch all the birds. Because there were totally birds on this moon.

[She draws in some birds, one of them being caught by the aliens with a net. Then glances at Charles and conscientiously gives the birds little astronaut helmets.]

Of course. Why not.

Moon birds are a very serious subject, Charles. [Of course she's teasing.] They have lots of. Um. Habitat challenges.

Hmm. Like Martian eagles, perhaps?

[ He pencils them in. ]

Just like the Martian eagles. Which eat sprinkles, so one of them grabbed the puppy and started flying away!

What a surprise turn of events.

The universe is a mysterious and surprising place.

So I suppose they plan to rescue their dog. With . . . jetpacks.

Sometimes emergency jet packs are necessary. Unless one of them has a bird gravity beam... [You know. Since Charles doesn't like flying.]

I'm sorry, a what beam?

Bird gravity. It uses gravity and only works on birds. At least when the dial is set to birds. [Nod nod nod. You can totally believe her on this one.]