Cymbals clashed as drums made of old bowls, binds and a Saurid’s belly sounded. Emse dodged past the musicians. A Day of Joy on the Final Oblivion. Not a bad thing though Esme preferred the days where it was food everywhere over music. Still, good to have a day off work on this alien space station so far from Earth. Then Esme’s girlfriend gave her a problem to solve and Esme’s day improved. Any day when she got to ask questions, solve problems and make her girlfriend happy was a good day. As long as she could find a solution to the problem…