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The Odd Duck B-1, Thursday Morning
Yurika hummed happily as she entered the cabin, sorting through the mail she had handwavily picked up in town. Junk, junk, junk...
Her father.
[OOC: Open to anyone chillin' in Odd Duck, or would have a reason to pester Yurika! Letter from SOLOMON, its contents, and her spy-mission is all NFB, bad news from home, Hunter job, and conversations are A-OK!]
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