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[therushingsky]

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[smashandgrab]

"I never thought about that. Designing a cabin. I figured we all just got whatever the Admiral gave us, though I did ask for a modification to Kepler's when he was my temporary inmate. He was used to being able to control artificial gravity during space travel, and he got one that was non-adjustable."

Rhys has seen Taura's very plain cabin. It hadn't occurred to her that there were options to consider.

[therushingsky]

"I'm pretty sure as a warden you can ask the Admiral for literally anything. All he can say to you is no, right?"

He drops into the spinning office throne and wheels over to Taura.

"You should redecorate! Get all the great stuff Quentin talked me out of!"

[smashandgrab]

Taura laughs brightly at his eagerness. It's nice, after all the strain and worry. "What sort of stuff did Quentin talk you out of?"

A good topic, even if it stings to think too hard about Quentin or the fractures running through the family she's found here.

[therushingsky]

"Full mirrored ceiling. Zen garden that becomes an indoor beach. Secret hatches-- he met me half way on the last one and let me put a bunch off my storage space behind like, reversable wall panels."

That huge water feature? Yep, he's stashed a bunch of electrical components behind it.

[smashandgrab]

Taura, still grinning, applauds appreciatively. "If you're going to all the trouble of designing the cabin, you might as well have fun with it. Though I think I'm with Quentin on the indoor beach. Beaches are nice, but I wouldn't want sand all over my floors. Then next thing you know, you'd step in it, and track it everywhere, and wind up with sand in your bed."

The Worst.