A long time from now, in a part of the galaxy far, far away . . .

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"Good morning. The current time is 0631, station-standard. The current date is Wednesday, September 27, 2261. There is one event reminder for today. Today is –"

"Shove it!" Ivanova growled as she rolled out of bed.

"Command not recognised," the computer replied calmly.

Ivanova scowled in the general direction of the BabCom screen, calmly displaying today's crises, and headed for the bathroom. "Why does my mouth always taste like old carpet in the morning?" she griped.

"Unknown. Checking medical logs." The computer paused a moment. "Play event reminder?" it asked the now-empty room.

"No!" came the growl from the shower in the moment before it turned on.

( Happy Anniversary )

Halliwell Manor, Wednesday Evening

[absolutesnark]

Piper had a lot on her mind. Mostly, she was still concerned about Phoebe and two papers that are due next week. She decided she needed a break from the stress, so she called Veronica.

Babylon 5 / Epsilon 3, in the middle of her very slow day in CnC

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Ivanova's link beeped, informing her of an uplink. She frowned at it, wondering why the call didn't go right through. Three garbled words told her all she needed to know.

"I'm going down to the planet," she said abruptly, turning on her heel and stalking out of the Dome, leaving Corwin blinking and confused in her wake.

"O-okay . . ."

***

"Zathras is hearing that Ivanova is having very special day today -"

"And Zathras would please be shutting up about that."

Zathras grumbled. Ivanova ignored him and closed her eyes, looking for her favourite neo-hippie witchdoctor punk.