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closing up shop
Jaina ran her hands along the metal corridor of the Jaded Soul, smiling wistfully. The Soul had been her transportation through the universe until she discovered her ability to open portals. It continued to serve her right up until the crash, when it became her stationary home and refuge instead.
It had become her escape, that was the problem: it kept her away from her enemies, but it also kept her away from Ice and his inn. That inn held a room with her name on it (though not literally - unless perhaps it amused Bazzy to change that) which she had barely used.
High time to change that, so Jaina busied herself around the ship, packing things away and chattering to herself as she went.
"On to the reference books. Dictionaries. Albanian? Really? When did I pick up an Albanian dictionary? I must have been travelling... well, that one's good to go to a charity dropoff back on Terra. Interworld Common dictionary - that stays with me. Pig Latin - oh ha ha, whose idea was that? Lunzie's? It must have been Lunzie's, or else Jae's..."
So many boxes: airtight containers for things that would remain shipboard without her; cardboard for books and other things going to some Terran charity or another; some sturdier little wooden crates for those things destined to come through a portal to her room at the inn. The woman sealed up the long-term storage and piled up the rest.
Jaina stopped short of the helm and breathed deep of the shipboard air: antiseptic and somehow metallic, but familiar and comforting for its familiarity. She exhaled noisily at last and plunked herself at the ship controls.
Navigating the computer system took a little while. It had been too long since she'd made any serious adjustments, so she'd forgotten where certain settings were hidden, but she got it done. Once she left the Soul, life support systems in the rest of the ship would go to standby, non-functioning until the day they became needed again.
She laid her hand on the sleeping bag beside her and though about unrolling it. One last night at home before heading out.
No. Home was with Ice now. Best to cement that straight away.
"Good night, ship," she said aloud. Her voice echoed strangely off the newly quiet surroundings. "You're a good ship and I'm still keeping you. I'll be around from time to time to keep you operational and try to fix you up. I hope someday you can take Ice and I around the universes."
Jaina hoisted her duffel bag onto her shoulder, opened a portal to that familiar destination, and hesitated just long enough to blow a kiss to the console. It seemed appropriate, somehow.
The portal closed behind, leaving the bridge in darkness.
It had become her escape, that was the problem: it kept her away from her enemies, but it also kept her away from Ice and his inn. That inn held a room with her name on it (though not literally - unless perhaps it amused Bazzy to change that) which she had barely used.
High time to change that, so Jaina busied herself around the ship, packing things away and chattering to herself as she went.
"On to the reference books. Dictionaries. Albanian? Really? When did I pick up an Albanian dictionary? I must have been travelling... well, that one's good to go to a charity dropoff back on Terra. Interworld Common dictionary - that stays with me. Pig Latin - oh ha ha, whose idea was that? Lunzie's? It must have been Lunzie's, or else Jae's..."
So many boxes: airtight containers for things that would remain shipboard without her; cardboard for books and other things going to some Terran charity or another; some sturdier little wooden crates for those things destined to come through a portal to her room at the inn. The woman sealed up the long-term storage and piled up the rest.
Jaina stopped short of the helm and breathed deep of the shipboard air: antiseptic and somehow metallic, but familiar and comforting for its familiarity. She exhaled noisily at last and plunked herself at the ship controls.
Navigating the computer system took a little while. It had been too long since she'd made any serious adjustments, so she'd forgotten where certain settings were hidden, but she got it done. Once she left the Soul, life support systems in the rest of the ship would go to standby, non-functioning until the day they became needed again.
She laid her hand on the sleeping bag beside her and though about unrolling it. One last night at home before heading out.
No. Home was with Ice now. Best to cement that straight away.
"Good night, ship," she said aloud. Her voice echoed strangely off the newly quiet surroundings. "You're a good ship and I'm still keeping you. I'll be around from time to time to keep you operational and try to fix you up. I hope someday you can take Ice and I around the universes."
Jaina hoisted her duffel bag onto her shoulder, opened a portal to that familiar destination, and hesitated just long enough to blow a kiss to the console. It seemed appropriate, somehow.
The portal closed behind, leaving the bridge in darkness.