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4th Floor Common Room, Thursday Morning
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justice_undone Breq had ice cream and tea.
She knew quite a few Radchaai who would complain about the tea; for a start, it came in small paper bags, and was, as far as she could understand, made directly in a cup. She found it amusing to imagine the horror some of her officers would have expressed at the mere thought of it.
It was actually quite bad. Not that she cared.
The ice cream, on the other hand, was good. Not that food generally was important to her, but the bice cream definitely was good. Although it didn't go that well with tea.
She was sitting on the couch in front of the screen that showed entertainments. There were quite a lot to choose from, but she found most of them rather strange. Not that she wasn't unfamiliar with the stories of different cultures. Many of them remained after annexations, even. But still: Creatures drinking blood from you is sexy. The idea of an epidemic turning most of the people into cannibalistic corpses seemed to be a major fear. Spaceships were just machines. Spaceships who were not machines were evil. She actually took a little bit offence to the last one. Then there were the love stories. There was a lot of fixation on gender and marriage. And then there were the really strange ones where people were put somewhere together and then they dropped off one by one. It reminded her of the song about a thousand eggs, and without thinking about it, she began humming that song.
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She knew quite a few Radchaai who would complain about the tea; for a start, it came in small paper bags, and was, as far as she could understand, made directly in a cup. She found it amusing to imagine the horror some of her officers would have expressed at the mere thought of it.
It was actually quite bad. Not that she cared.
The ice cream, on the other hand, was good. Not that food generally was important to her, but the bice cream definitely was good. Although it didn't go that well with tea.
She was sitting on the couch in front of the screen that showed entertainments. There were quite a lot to choose from, but she found most of them rather strange. Not that she wasn't unfamiliar with the stories of different cultures. Many of them remained after annexations, even. But still: Creatures drinking blood from you is sexy. The idea of an epidemic turning most of the people into cannibalistic corpses seemed to be a major fear. Spaceships were just machines. Spaceships who were not machines were evil. She actually took a little bit offence to the last one. Then there were the love stories. There was a lot of fixation on gender and marriage. And then there were the really strange ones where people were put somewhere together and then they dropped off one by one. It reminded her of the song about a thousand eggs, and without thinking about it, she began humming that song.
[Open!]