038. Travel

[electroniccrane]

[audio // English]

Cruise ships average 20 knots. That's 37 kilometers per hour.

[Her voice echoes a little, and there's a clink over the comm as of metal knocking against rock.]

At that speed, in a year, a ship could circle the Earth eight times.

((OOC: She is, of course, on Deck 15. She'll respond over the comms, and commentlogs are

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[electroniccrane]

[She lets her scuba kit clank around so Ace knows she's approaching.

Her feet are bare, too, and she's wearing a wetsuit.]

[electroniccrane]

Unsurprising, since I wasn't there.

[She drops her kit to the rocks with a thunk and some clanking metal.]

[electroniccrane]

"Outed?" His closet door is made of glass.

[She kneels on the floor beside him in one smooth movement. It would be uncomfortable if her knees had been made of flesh and bone.]

What are you celebrating?

[electroniccrane]

Any year you can walk away from is a good one.

[She watches him pour.]

When's your birthday?

[electroniccrane]

[She has some vague idea that that's Latin and makes a mental note to ask Batou.

Accepting the glass, she sips.]

And that's nowhere near today, is it?

[electroniccrane]

Not for me.

[The measured tick of time passing is an integral part of her consciousness. She can never lose track.]

[electroniccrane]

My world uses the Gregorian calendar, the same one the ship seems to use.

[Not that the Gregorian calendar makes much sense.

She drains off half the flute in a swig.]

Is it important to you to know?

[electroniccrane]

No. It's January 1st for the purposes of paperwork.

[The bureaucracy is uncreative.]

It's considered auspicious.

[The dryness of her tone shows what she thinks of that.]