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[4_toteachus]

The Badlands were fascinating until I got stepped on.

I'd rather not repeat that experience.

[Actually, it's surprising that it hasn't been done before, considering that Four is a tiny doll in a land full of giants. Dying a second time would just suck all around. Still, the Badlands was an interesting experience, and she got to be useful while she was there.]

I have a question!

[Big surprise.]

What sort of things make you smile? Why? Are there every any circumstances when those things wouldn't make you smile?

Do any of you have a favourite poem?

[That's more than one question Four.]

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[adamndoctor]

I'm quite fond of one of my crewmates getting one-upped and proven wrong, on the rare occasion he is. [grumbles] Romulan ale is also known to put a grin on my face.

As for poem... Well. How about this? I have a friend quite fond of "Sea-Fever" by John Masefield. Or was it Herman Melville? I can't remember. But I do remember the one line he quoted: "All I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by." [slight smile] Yeah, that's it.

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[4_toteachus]

Oh! I know that one!

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,
And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,
And a grey mist on the sea's face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the gull's way and the whale's way, where the wind's like a whetted knife;
And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,
And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

An interesting poem. I wonder why your friend likes it.