Wooster stares out into the parking lot just outside the Duck’s Pond. He sighed as he found his ship with a huge crack across the hull–more importantly straight across where the elasto-stapled Unizone logo would be if not for those perimeter drones.
“Tacky,” he says, and returns to an article on prosthetic textiles and brass plating.
His robot projects the Color Bomb’s explosion over the table–on repeat and in slow motion. Wooster couldn’t help but call it, “Beautiful,” and create a schematic for a technicolor blazer with the stripes weaving from collar to waist. One for the festive space lobster, a thespian archivist…
…or maybe Mondo. Wooster thought that he might know more about the Charybdis fashion landscape.
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