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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

Comments

[astrogator]

Peace and prosperity,

I know everyone's been through a lot lately. I wanted to see how you were.
And ask if that offer to show me the Muppets is still open?

- Tayrey

[crushed_pearls]

The reply takes a few minutes while Erin holds her chest and tries not to cry from a sudden swell of emotion.

Always. My cabin should be reasonably private.

Forty seconds later.

Wait fuck right the overnight thing. Helena keeps a strict no sex in the cabin rule but Tauva and the Drunken Sailor also can play movies. Maybe the second one so there can be fries.

[astrogator]

[Fortunately, it takes more than forty seconds for her to decide exactly how she's meant to interpret that first message, and by that time, all is clarified.]

Sure thing. Drunken Sailor it is. From what I've seen of flatvid movies, they're much better with drinks and snacks.

[crushed_pearls]

They sure do. I will go get set up.

And Erin does, immediately. There's some dithering about what to choose but she ultimately settles on a later season of the Muppet Show, trying to dodge having yet another conversation about corporations; as interesting as those are she just doesn't have the emotional energy for it.

Pretzels and fries are piled on the table while she waits.