Strifenova Celestial Clearing, Sunday Morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille wasn't in a particularly good mood. She had had to move out of a comfortable room into something called a 'bubblehut', which she had to share with Ringo of all people. She had also slept really badly, waking up several times feeling that the universe was staring back at her through the transparent walls.

She was now standing outside her bubblehut, squinting at the sky, her clothes and hair looking disheveled.

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