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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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I'll make a post in a bit, but before I forget, do you think Ariel should inform the pack about what exactly this festival is about? I imagine it would have come up while talking with Rukeewei.
Tazzak impatiently tapped one finger against the side of the interface device. The fault scan only took a few moments, but it felt like an eternity. There was a short on one of the cables about a quarter-turn around the ship's hull from where he was. When he popped his head up to check the space he had just come from, he immediately ducked down again. He had seen the metal on the wall glowing in a square shape. They were breaching in that way. Tazzak opted to go into the crawlspace at the base of the ladder. It was cramped and dusty, but at least he would be alive.

If I can get to and clear that fault, we'll have enough power to leave. Tazzak thought desperately, Hopefully these guys hold off Teemo for long enough for me to get to it. Elbow by elbow, he dragged himself through the claustrophobia invoking tunnel under the floor, trying not to make too much noise as various commotions went off above and around him. The entire ship shuddered and Tazzak halted and breathed for a moment. Were they still firing on them even with the lackeys invading? It didn't feel the same for some reason. A more distinct shudder accompanied by an explosion from somewhere in the ship hurried Tazzak along. Oh, go on and make another electrical fault while you're at it!
Well, BlazeGamma mentioned that he'll have more reliable computer access in a couple of days. Shurikai is probably waiting for others. Don't know about Crim, Krinos, or Silver Carrot.
Ariel listened attentively and soaked up every work Rukeewei had to say. As questions came up, she would ask and receive answers, and after a while she definitely felt as though she had a much better understanding of Thorn. Before she knew it, hours had passed and Rukeewei's brightly coloured brother entered. Ariel smiled and greeted him, but he only gave a smile and a nod in return. Ariel responded one last time to Rukeewei before he left for the festival, "I'll do that, maybe I'll see you there. Thank you again! Farewell!"

Noting Rukeewei's mention of his brother's somewhat antisocial habits, Ariel turned around and walked over to the pack where they were seated. They had passed the time with idle conversation from what Ariel heard. Funnily enough, even though two empty mugs were next to Meesei, Lorag seemed to be the one with a dark-green haze to his cheeks and a sway in his movements. "I think luck has favoured me in finding that barman. He's told me a great deal." Ariel said, before holding one hand in the other and looking over the pack's faces, "Anyway, Neercana-Rei should be done with the alterations if we're ready to shift. Should we collect Ahnasha and Fendros?"

Janius began rising from his seat almost immediately. "Yeah, sure, I'll knock on their door." He said, proceeding to the stairs before Meesei could volunteer herself. He had a thought while they were waiting that if Meesei didn't understand the concepts of a changing room, then she was liable to walk in on the couple during an intimate moment. While he thought it might make for a good laugh, he decided to do his friends a favour this time. Once Janius had found Fendros and Ahnasha's room, he rapped on the surface of their door and announced, "Hey, time to wake up you two! The alterations are done."

Despite Janius' suspicions, Fendros and Ahnasha were merely sleeping, just as they had mentioned. Fendros opened his eyes and took in a slow breath through his nose before bringing one hand up to rub his eyes. The nap had made him groggier than he was before, but he didn't doubt that he would be able to shake it off in the fresh air. He looked down and saw Ahnasha with her arm around him. She looked like she could continue sleeping until the next morning, but Fendros stroked her cheek with his thumb to wake her. "Ahna, I think it's time to go," he said softly.
Cool. G'night!
A chortle sounded from Janius as Lorag tried to articulate his words. He had never seen him get drunk so quickly. Seeing him actively rejecting his drink was even more ridiculous. He would never do that under normal circumstances. Janius leaned over to see into his mug, not empty, but he had got through far more than he had. Had he finally met his match? Janius became concerned all of a sudden. He leaned down to get a better look at Lorag, "Are you alright, Lorag? There wasn't something else in that drink, was there?" Janius' concern was sincere in his voice, he knew that if something had gotten past Lorag's pride, it was worth worrying about.

Even Sabine was looking at Lorag curiously. She knew that this was unlike him.
I just found it on page 35, here. The name was Do'Rhajul.

Never thought I would take a search function or a by-page navigation so much for granted. At least ctrl-f was helpful for finding the word 'cathay'.

Also, sorry for the delay, I had to run an errand. I'll get a post up, but after that I'll probably not have the time to make another post for the next few hours.
Mkay.
Fendros let out a small laugh, "Not a word." He said, closing his eyes. He wasn't so tired that he felt like sleeping, but he thought he might as well relax.
While he listened, Janius raised his mug to take another sip and noticed himself overbalance a fraction. Even with the tiny sips he was taking, he needed to slow down. Instead of taking another sip, he carefully put the drink down again. It was intimidating how fast it was acting.

In Janius' opinion, Meesei's father seemed like a better person than his father. Even if his disciplinary methods sounded somewhat scary, at least they were effective. Janius wondered whether he would be a different person if his father had been more like that.

Janius nodded and turned to Lorag and Runt. "What about you two? Did your guardians only like to yell, or were they more like Meesei's?" Janius directed the question to both Lorag and Sabine in an effort to see if Sabine felt like talking after her sociable display a few days prior. A short moment of eye contact seemed to be Sabine's only apparent response, though.
Fendros wasn't sure whether Ahnasha's case felt helpful to him. He certainly didn't want to upset the child in other ways to distract it from whether Fendros was its father. He slid down until only his upper back and head was leaning against the wall and put his arm around Ahnasha's head so his hand was on her shoulder. He gave her a meek smile and looked across at the wall. There wasn't really anything else he could think to say, but he still felt worried. For now he just took comfort in being close to Ahnasha. They both wanted to enjoy the festival later, so he would let her rest if she wanted to.
"Hmm, where to start?" Ariel looked about as if she was trying to find something, but settled quickly. "There are plenty of questions I have, but let's start with the overview and go from there."

"Haha, your father must have been far more patient than mine." Janius said, "I remember the worst I did was mildly scorch the furniture. And then being lectured for a solid three hours about 'how reckless can you be?' this and 'what would people think if my son' that." Janius made a mock deep voice in impersonation of his father, but grinned widely afterward, "Little did he know of dear Carol under the bedsheets. She had to be a stealthy as a mouse until my father stormed out of the room. He would have had a few more hours of yelling yet if he'd spotted her." Janius chucked again, hiding his own resentment of his father, "Of course, that was before he gave up trying to shout about every unsavoury activity I may or may not have committed. Anyway..." Janius took another sip, then squinted his eyes questioningly at Meesei, "So your father never sat you down and told you off? Never made you feel small and guilty?"
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