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Pearl and Quasit #71


Introspective yet extraversive, Quasit remained on the bridge long after Pearl'd departed. Running shipwide superfluous diagnostics, BQSBots running loops like cricetid in cages. His mind grinding like a smouldering fire.

Finally returning to his quarters, found Chattsworth playing Aelgoria Platonic with Iyauliana, who appeared to have a slight advantage, though the game'd just commenced.

"Did you already water the plants?" Quasit asked. Received a nod from Chattsworth. The Mariri floated near Quasit's bed, looking like some sort of bizarre automaton, switched off, discaded by an innominate ancient deity.

Without words, both abandoned the game. "Is it story time?" Iyauliana asked.

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