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[backsassin]

[Hello Moira crew, did you think you’d be sleeping at the equivalent of roughly three o’clock in the not-yet-morning? Well, you’re not, because one of your new shipmates has decided her message is more important.

The face of a young woman with short, coppery-blonde hair and green eyes appears on the screen. At first glance, it may look like she’s resting her head against a wall, but after a couple of seconds spent working out the angle, you can work out that she’s actually laying her head on the flat surface of a table, possibly of a bar.]

Hey there. [The absent smile on her face is unexpectedly intimate, as if she’s lying next to you at that very moment.] I… don’t really know how this works anymore. [It’s unclear what she means by “this.” Maybe she doesn't mean anything. It doesn't take a genius to know that she's heavily inebriated. A hand appears to scrub at her eyes, then cover them. The smile falls from her face.]

Someone mentioned a library. Shouldn’t the afterlife have… I don’t know. All the books in the galaxy?... That sounds right. [Two fingers part to reveal an eye. It’s blue.]

What should I read? I want something… I want something where the guy dies. [She gives a short laugh.] But it should have a happy ending.

Nothing boring either. Something with action. Shoot-outs. Battles. Things like that. [Her hand drops away from her face, and her mismatched blue and green gaze wanders away from the screen.]

Where's the library anyway?