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Who: Anyone who wants to hang on the Iskaulit
Broadcast: nah
Action: Iskaulit mingle, darlings
When: All day every day (at least for the month)

[We're drifting, so it's a perfect time to make use of the many fine establishments on our common ship.]

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I think so too. [Erik's calmer than he was before he started taking the lessons. It had helped to keep a routine, something to anchor him through the tumultuous first days and weeks back.]

I'm glad. Truly.

[He lets out a breath, smiling briefly.]

[ He smiles before ducking his head. ]

It's nice that we have the Iskaulit, at least.

I can't imagine what it was like before this ship was brought in.

I'm sure some of the others would know.

Yes. [He passes his gaze over the plants, feeling the faint breeze from the ship's air ducts.] I don't much care to find out, though.

I suppose it doesn't really matter.

[ Like the library. Or Kyriakos. ]

[It was before their time here, and he feels no need to think about how cramped it would have been before a communal ship was available. It serves no purpose for him, other than to make him uncomfortable.]

It doesn't, no. It's not the case now.

[ He nods. ]

I suppose space could never be called ephemeral, compared to a planet or some distant star. Sometimes, I find it to be a strange juxtaposition, the way change or lack of it clashes.

No. Space will be around long after everything else is gone.

[He pulls a leaf off a nearby plant, rolling it between his fingers.] The more things change, the more they stay the same. [It applies to a lot of things; darker things, that he won't raise here.]

Maybe so. But you can always change things for yourself.

[Some can, yes. Others try and only fail at it.]

Within reason. [He drops the leaf.]

[ The line of thought Erik follows is obvious. Charles looks away. ]

Of course.

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