Fool's Run (V1.1)
“The Magician, uncharmed by weightlessness, clamped his boots to the floor grid, strapped himself in, and turned to the news on the video screen. The Nebraskan disappeared into the hold to see what might be floating. The Scholar lay on his side near the ceiling, his arms folded, his eyes closed, listening to a book. Quasar painted her nails grape with a paint-tube especially constructed for the well-groomed traveler in free-fall, and watched over the Magician’s shoulder. The Queen of Hearts lowered the back of the navigator’s chair and took a nap.
“She doesn’t snore,” Quasar commented after half an hour, causing the Magician’s attention to gyrate wildly. “What?”
“The Queen of Hearts. You all snore. She gives nothing away, even sleeping. Look at her. Comme le chat.”
The Magician glanced at the Queen of Hearts in spite of himself. “Quasar—”
“Merde,” Quasar said surprisedly.
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