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Departure

"How did you come to be here?" Mr Lacey asked Genevieve, the junior engineer, one day. Of course, since he posed the question from somewhere underneath the starboard furnace and with several screws between his teeth it came out as a muffled slur. Thankfully Genevieve, currently perched on a stool scrubbing rust from a spare valve, was getting used to her mentor's habit of talking from within machinery and it only took her a few seconds to work out what he had actually asked. "You mean, on dis ship?" she said, and got a vaguely affirmative noise back. "Long story." "I'm not going anywhere." This at least was true. "Fine den. Long time ago,

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Literature

Departure

"How did you come to be here?" Mr Lacey asked Genevieve, the junior engineer, one day. Of course, since he posed the question from somewhere underneath the starboard furnace and with several screws between his teeth it came out as a muffled slur. Thankfully Genevieve, currently perched on a stool scrubbing rust from a spare valve, was getting used to her mentor's habit of talking from within machinery and it only took her a few seconds to work out what he had actually asked. "You mean, on dis ship?" she said, and got a vaguely affirmative noise back. "Long story." "I'm not going anywhere." This at least was true. "Fine den. Long time ago,

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Mantle of Green

Doll Photography

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My Pony Is The Revolution

Custom Ponies

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Playing Doktor

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Uriel's Star 2010

3D Work

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Accents

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Literature

Departure

"How did you come to be here?" Mr Lacey asked Genevieve, the junior engineer, one day. Of course, since he posed the question from somewhere underneath the starboard furnace and with several screws between his teeth it came out as a muffled slur. Thankfully Genevieve, currently perched on a stool scrubbing rust from a spare valve, was getting used to her mentor's habit of talking from within machinery and it only took her a few seconds to work out what he had actually asked. "You mean, on dis ship?" she said, and got a vaguely affirmative noise back. "Long story." "I'm not going anywhere." This at least was true. "Fine den. Long time ago,

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Observer

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Openhearted

Fractals

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The Grim Squeaker

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Spockus Maximus

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