1st kick of the mares leg [Accidental dictation]

[zoe_alleyne]

[there are soft sounds, distant sort of muttering musings one makes when looking around. Some jostling of the journal had apparently knocked it open and that was why things were so indistinct.

But they were definitely sounds of rummaging, searching, inspecting. The occasional note of surprise or consternation seemed to follow the progress about the room. The the soft creak of a door followed by a rather dramatic gasp.

A long, low whistle.

And the sounds of running water. Guess who just discovered the bathrooms all have hot running water showers?

For the next thirty minutes all the sounds that came through were those of blissfully self indulgent soaking and using more hot water than she had dared in years. Really, those low moans and appreciative sighs were sincere, when you live in space showers are not a thing that could be splurged on.]

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[zoes_wash]

[He swore eloquently at all the time it took him to figure out how to talk back into the thing]

Uhh miss? Ma'am? Whatever - you uh, you left your book on.

[A slight chuckle]

Well that takes the prize for strangest thing I ever said.

[pompous_today]

Well, at least someone is enjoying themselves.

[zoe_alleyne]

[she missed the voice, and for all her sound of contentment couldn't rightly be bothered to pay much attention to anything outside the shower.

However, thirty minutes later she did emerge and found the printed words that recorded what had been said. She arched a brow and just offer a brief, short "Sorry" before she flipped the journal fully closed.]

[zoe_alleyne]

[She missed that musing while she was soaking, but she read it when she came back. She picked up the pen and scrolled a brief apology on the pages. If the person checked back later they would get it.]

[pompous_today]

No problem at all. I know the journals can flip open on their own at inconvenient times.