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"The phone rings in the middle of the night, my FAAATHER yells whatcha gonna do with your lii-iife," Molly sings dejectedly, pushing the mop back and forth over the step below her.

"Oh daddy dear you know you're still number one but giiirls just wanna have FU-UN, ooooooh girls just wanna have--"

She hops down, moving the bucket along with her and pausing to sing into the mop handle. She's the only one in the corridor, and anyway, she doesn't even care that this is the only verse she knows; this hallway smells like pine-scented poop and she's only halfway done so far.

"THAAAAT'S ALL THEY REALLY WAAAAHHH-AAH-AHH-AHH-AHH-AAANT, IS SOME FAAAH-UUH-UUH-UUH-UUUHN! WHEN THEIR WORKIN' DAY IS DONE OH GIRLS, THEY WANNA HAVE FA-UHN, OOOOH GIRLS JUST--"

SPLOOSH. She dips the mop back in the bucket, out of breath, and starts on the next step.

"Wanna have fun. Oooh yeah, girls just wanna have fu-un. Yo ho ho. A pirate's disgusting smelly mean jerkface life for me."

The rest of the song is improvised and less than melodic.

crocodilehunter

She was called The Gem - a strange name for a ship, perhaps, but a fitting one at that. Not for her beauty or value, for she had little of either, at least to a traditional eye, but for what she represented.

Freedom.

Few men could claim to be truly free, but the crew of The Gem were freer than most. Their only restriction was the whim of the market, their only master the all-mighty credit. Going where they pleased, choosing the jobs they fancied... truly theirs was a good lot.

It hadn't always been that way, of course. There had been lean times, and trouble both from without and within, and more than their share of close calls with the more judicially-minded, but these tribulations had only made them stronger and smarter. The small crew was perhaps an eclectic one but this only served to complement the unique vessel they travelled on; the one-time brothel was now a smuggler's steamer, a cargo carrier, a mercenary ship and even once a diplomatic envoy.

Their current undertaking was on the mundane side - transporting a load of temperamental but well-contained beasties from one side of the system to the other - and the crew were merry, their pockets still replete with payment from their last endeavour. Things, as they said, were good.

suckmyyankeeballs

It was the third day in a row Jackson was spending in Storage, and he had had just about enough of it. He lit another cigarette with a vengeful scratch of the match on the side of the box, then moved on to the next row of boxes. Clothes, weapons, personal items of all sorts, but still. not. what he was looking for.

"Balls, balls, balls, balls, balls!" he cursed, very unimaginatively, as the next few boxes turned out to be just as deprived of his belongings as the thousands (or so it felt) he had tried before.

nebaritralk

Chiana had to have told about half the people on board, upstairs and downstairs people alike, that she was planning to enjoy the pool all morning long, and that they were free to join in. Chiana had even spent a couple of hours with the replicators, first, and there was a group of bottles gathered on one of the plastic tables by the pool. Because it wasn't a pool party without alcohol. If anyone had it in mind to have a quiet swim that morning, it was a shame - and, more to the point, not happening.

Today, the pool wouldn't be about fitness, it would be about fun.

born_guilty

There's about two hours left on the clock, and there are a handful of people milling around the Porta.

Mystique is locked and loaded, but otherwise completely tuned out of the proceedings, entrenched in a mindnumbing solitaire tournament on her comm. She's sitting on the stairs that lead to the upper concourses, sparing a glance at the big clock every now and again to compare it to the one on her screen.

She hears something that makes her look up-- something that sounds almost like garbled radio static from afar-- but then it's gone, and she drags a four of clubs across her screen to the proper pile.

Then, all three doors to the upper concourse burst open.

Raven's on her feet and swerving her aim between the three groups of people-- new people-- hustling down the stairs and-- oh, good-- armed to the teeth.

A quick head count gives her fifteen, but then she hears shouting from behind and sees two men flanking another who's hunched over the computer terminal, and that holds her attention. She trains her aim on them; meanwhile, Rogers is shouting, a few guns have gone off, and to call it chaos is really selling the element of surprise short.

The clock reads 002:05:48.

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