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Soggy Biscuits

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[Jan. 13th, 2011|11:22 pm]
Soggy Biscuits
She was still wearing her pajamas. They had pictures of the little blue bears from the Orion zoo, which is where she bought them. Pajamas, pink with little blue bears, heavy lather work books, goggles and driving gloves, and laughed at herself until she realized she hadn't grabbed anything else to change into when she got to the base.
Her rocket sled skimmed over the pale blue grey sand of the Johnsonville dessert, carving deep grooves in the skin of the countryside.

Shit, no clothes, No wallet, no radio link. She'd run out the the bedroom and into the launch so quickly she had forgotten to bring any of her secondary necessities with her.
She had her research, her rebreather and the clothes on her back. And she had only hours to get to Central station if she was going to catch Kacin before he made his connection and was off to the far end of the solar system.

She hadn't seen kacin since the week after graduation. He'd gone on to work with the department of defense before leaving to work in the information networks. He was programming commercial channels now, but he would still no someone in whitehall who could get her information out.

God, she wanted so desperately to leave the ass forsaken planet and get back to somewhere green, where it rained. And she wanted a dog. Or maybe a rabbit. Something furry with a tongue and ears and filled with soft affection and physical warmth. All she had here on Jonsonville were the weird rock lizards and her lab rats.

She never liked rats. And this was taking too long. Kacin would be gone by the time she got to the station. Shit. She could cheat off of the mainline and try and shortcut through to the iron flats. They shouldn't be mining this late in the year. It really shouldn't be dangerous, and the worst that could happen would be she'd get a ticket the next time the mail came around in the spring.

Fuck it. She took the hard turn into the iron flats. Even if they were mining, she really didn't have a choice. Time wasn't on her side. And god, she was going to look like a freaking idiot when she found him, assuming she found him.
She would have to hope that there was still some spark there. he'd wanted to date her for the last couple of years at college. Jesus she looked like hell, her skin was burnt, her hair was nuts right now, and she was showing up in her bedclothes. She felt like an idiot.

But she didn't really have a choice.
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