Seventeenth Drift
*Julius is standing on the outside of ID1 in a normal suit with magnetic boots staring at the stars. He is next to a block of ice latched to the side of the station that he has started chiseling, though it seems halfheartedly. There are a number of other blocks of ice arranged in a quite organized fashion, though they look absolutely untouched. What is he doing? And what's on his mind? Care to find out?*