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[The ship has continued it's makeshift orbit, and the dawn fog faded; but by midmorning, another gray front rolled in, this time originating at D Deck. This one's Barzula: his time is tempest. No, it isn't a storm roiling about - but it does incline everyone to it touches to violence, and commotion, and chaos. If you thought eating shoes was bad enough, now there's a reason to use those left over shoe laces.]