Board Thread:Off-topic/@comment-27280595-20151128173022/@comment-27280595-20151202035141

Augite thinks for a bit. "Ah, whatever. I'll sleep, and I'll figure it out tomorrow." Augite goes back to the ship, and retrieves her cot, which she then remembers to mark as her own, by scratching a star into one of the legs. She brings it up to the cliff, as she rather enjoyed waking up to the view last time, and goes to sleep.

(I'm going to bed, and probably can't get on until 3:30 or so PM CT.)