Fifth little lie ♰ And you delivered me from danger then, pulled my cradle from the reedy glen

[beingdifferent]

[Five and a half days have passed. Esther checked and rechecked the dates and times, going over the posts on the network and pondering recent events. It looks like she's missed some excitement; apparently she's not the only one who's slipped into a coma lately, or indeed undergone other changes. It looks like there are some people she needs to seek out soon.

But first things first.]

It's been six days that I slept. Does everyone get sick like this on the ship? Sleeping so long is meant to be very bad for a person. And it makes you very hungry and thirsty as well! [She crosses her arms and huffs, her breath batting a curl away from her chin.] This is very strange and I don't think I like it.

But maybe it is better than waiting. Why do some inmates find their warden immediately when others take so long? How come it's so hard to get home?

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[routemistress]

Well, yes, that's in the nature of gods. Castiel just up and left; said 'is dad wanted 'im elsewhere. That's all the reason 'e needed; you know 'ow angels are.
This ship's a lot bigger'n mine; she's on a scale I can't even really see. Running an operation like this from me own ship ...I won't say impossible, but it's not a job I'd much like to tackle, 'specially when this one's already going.


I like it 'ere. I like the people, and the adventures, and the work suits me.

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[beingdifferent]

He wouldn't stay? [She doesn't know how angels are, personally, and isn't sure what it says that he left -- or that he was there in the first place.] Can you take people home on your ship?

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[routemistress]

They're not built to disobey orders.

[Iris knows what Esther really means with that question, and it's with real regret she looks the girl in the eye.]

Not inmates, no. The barge won't let me.

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[beingdifferent]

But he could have helped here.

[Esther turns her face downward, dropping eye contact, and nods glumly.]

I just want to see Max again.

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[routemistress]

'E did 'elp. Then 'e went. I expect 'e's 'elping somewhere or other.

Who's Max?

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[beingdifferent]

[Esther looks sorely disappointed. But then, perhaps she shouldn't be so proud as to expect to meet an angel.] I hope so.

Max is my little sister.

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[routemistress]

[She nods.]

Right. I'm making no promises. I can't take you out of 'ere, nor I can't bring anyone aboard that isn't 'ere already. But you can go anywhere - or when - you like when you graduate.

The other thing I can try is to check up on 'er for you. I can't always do that; once or twice I've tried and the Barge stopped me. But sometimes I can; and I'm 'appy to take the chance.

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[beingdifferent]

Max wouldn't be safe on board anyway. She's too little, she's only four. [That when business catches her attention, and she looks up keenly.] The way you do, you mean?

If you want to! I hope she's all right.