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[nitro_is_ace]

Ace groans.

That... landing... did not go well.

On the grand scale of landings, it's somewhere near 'Hindenburg', right behind 'Admiral Kirk blows up his own damn ship'.

Ow.

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[creator_raven]

Raven flutters one hand weakly from under a pile of --

Those cannot be tribbles, can they?

Maybe they are just embalmed hamsters. Who knows.

Raven would just like it if they were not smothering him anymore.

[nitro_is_ace]

They could possibly be tribbles. Ace did think that last crate of glowy blue grapes seemed a bit cheap.

And frankly, Raven's a big bird. He can dig himself out from under tribbles, thanks very much. She's entirely too bush making sure her head is still attached. It feels too spinny to be attached.

[creator_raven]

Perhaps it is only hanging from a thread.

These things happen.

Raven will test this by tossing a few tribbles at her face.

They are better than caffeine for waking people up!

[nitro_is_ace]

There's a few muffled protests at the flung fuzzballs.

Finally she catches one and flings it back in his general direction with a more articulate growl.
"OMG, Raven, WTF? STFU."

...

Um. Wait.