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[song_of_stars]

At typical Happy Hour time, Urania is sitting at the bar with a laptop in front of her, working out an advanced formula to improve the range of a space telescope. It isn't until Mercury, bobbing at her elbow, nudges her that she realizes that no one is getting behind the bar to serve people

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[yucca_isnt_porn]

"I'll have a Fuzzy Astronaut to start and a travelmug the size of my head full of espresso for work."

[song_of_stars]

"We can get that for you, sir."

She mixes the alcohol and carefully hand measures his head to be sure he gets a big enough mug of espresso. It's really freaking heavy.

[yucca_isnt_porn]

"Thank you, ma'am!"

It's supposed to be big, he's got a whole night to work on his pretty new Winnebago and get it up to his paranoid standards of safety. That and damn the little planets are fascinating, amatuer astronomy seems to follow after professional conspiracy.

"Is that a holographic model of Mercury?"

[song_of_stars]

She blinks a little.

"No. It's a miniaturized tracker of Mercury. An exact model, planemokinetically linked to the actual planet."