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Katrina Swete
The promenade
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As Katrina mopped outside the unfinished, yet already reopened,
McDonalds, she happened to notice a bussel of people, and it made her
pretty mad.
"Hey buddy, I just polished that floor!" she shouted at some guy that
looked slightly familiar.
The guy stopped his rushing for a second to flip her off, then went
on his way.
Continuing her duty, Katrina almost didn't notice D'Arcy-Jada
Longwood rush up to her.
"Katrina!" she gasped.
The cleaner looked at her friend with confusion. "What's wrong with
you? You been drinking again?" she joked.
DJ shook her head ernestly. "Big trouble on the Dwarf."
Katrina frowned. "So what else is new?"
"This is pretty bad though," DJ continued. "You've heard of Evil
Phil, right?"
"Of course."
"Well, he's on the loose again," DJ explained. "The security team's
after him right now. We haven't a clue where he is. And there's a
rumor, we haven't been 'officially' briefed yet, that Allie Fletcher
is about to self-destruct or something and release a poison gas
that's gonna kill us all."
Katrina's first thought was that she needed to find Seymour, then
she remembered he was gone and began to really worry.
"Can't this ship go one week without a fatal situation?!" Katrina
exclaimed. She gazed down the floor in front of her. She dropped her
mop. "Ah, smeg it! If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die doing what I love:
writing in my trashy space-romance novel. Crap, I know this is going
to be my punishment for all those five finger discount shopping
sprees when I was younger."