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[a_shadow]

Money is a cornerstone of a successful society. Right now we have to barter for favors if there's a job that needs done. It's easy to lose track of who owes who for what. Physical currency solves this problem and makes it easier to determine how much a unit of cost (an hour of work) should be worth.

Those of us who are working on the planet are being paid in physical currency. I think that once we return to the ship, we should all agree to honor this currency for goods and services rendered.

[ Attachment: A photo of a pile of hexagonal brass-colored coins, each with a geometric grid etched on it and a hole punched out of the center. A small group of the coins has been strung together with a cord. ]

Make sure to cash out for these coins so we all have the same thing. They have cloth bills but I don't think those are worth shit. We'll handle distribution for the people who aren't working once we figure out how much money we have on board.

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[a_shadow]

[ There's a long pause before she responds. ]

Okay.

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[hatesimprovising]

[ The pause scares him, but the reply he gets makes up for it. It makes him smile a little as he breathes a soft, relieved puff of air. ]

Great! Thank you.

So, I'll see you around, then?

[ And not have to be afraid for any reason? ]

(not here)

[a_shadow]

[ She doesn't feel the undying need to respond to that last message. They'll unavoidably be seeing each other around, but she's not going to be seeking him out, either. ]