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T'Sai is leaning against a tree in her uniform. Maybe it's a holodeck simulation, maybe she's on a planet. It's hard to tell. Regardless her hair is tied up as usually and everything about her is work-proper, including her posture. She sat upright, on her side, legs curling underneath her. Wind blows the hair that falls out from her bun and she looks over an unfamiliar field. Her mind is clear. Field? Well, it's a hell of a lot less foreboding than a graveyard and a lot less crazy than a star ship. Zeke doesn't even have an inkling to whom this dream belongs. Oh, look, a tree. He's trudging to it. As he grows nearer the grass begins to die,

Ryne was flipping through pages in R’Mash’s PADD for popular painted cat faces of the twentieth century when he heard that familiar, semi-feminine ”UGGH!” Suddenly Erik was in his face, “I cannot work under these conditions! She refuses to sit still!” “No!” Now R’Mash was in his lap, “Please don’t let him leave! My costume has to be better than Zixx’s!” “You’re going as a witch, honey, I don’t think that can be helped.” Erik remarked. R’Mash gasped and looked at Ryne with her glossy kitten eyes, “Is that true?&#