Cymbals clashed as drums made of old bowls, binds and a Saurid’s belly sounded. Emse dodged past the musicians.
A Day of Joy on the Final Oblivion. Not a bad thing though Esme preferred the days where it was food everywhere over music.
Still, good to have a day off work on this alien space station so far from Earth.
Then Esme’s girlfriend gave her a problem to solve and Esme’s day improved.
Any day when she got to ask questions, solve problems and make her girlfriend happy was a good day.
As long as she could find a solution to the problem…
