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[abyssum_invocat]

One early, early morning, Sinthia comes down to the bar in what most people would consider quite nice lingerie; petal-pink silk satin with lace at the edges, soft and delicate, wrapped in a soft robe. She's tucked into a chair by the cool fireplace with a little packet of stamped metal sheets soon enough, studying them as she listens to the quiet around the bar room. It's not properly five AM yet, but she works steadily through turning the punched steel sheets into a tiny globe-like carriage.

Someone has been reading fairy tale collections to pass the time she can't sleep.

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[Out Of Milliways:

"Regulation 52-97 says that all the prepared rations provided to clones provide the perfect nutritional balance for our bodies."]