I caught a ride to Slippashep. Shah agreed to my unplanned vacation with no hesitancy, like he was expecting it. Every interaction I have is just one emotional abstraction weaved into another around a secret core truth, and maybe that seal isn't as tight as I hoped. The planet is only two days travel, but it wiped me out more than I expected. The captain who allowed my passage, Akkina, was on a supply run to Bennu, and ◚ said that ◚ could use the strange company. It's just what I needed---for once being the specimen scanned furtively by appendages pretending to go about their ship-operating duties. The ship only has a crew of six, and they have all been welcoming, if not a little preoccupied by my "flesh without scales". Akkina finally let on that only the most promiscuous ◛ on Slippashep lift the scales of ◛r manipulator appendages in public. So that's me, the harlot of the Slippashep transport. I've taken to wearing long sleeves. Time on Bennu follows Core central, but outside the…
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