In the end, it was all the Cashlings' faults. The Cashlings and the admiralty, and their vac-head toadies, but Festina had long since given up expecting the barest modicum of sense out of either the admiralty or the average crew of vac-heads, so blaming the Cashlings seemed like the best thing to keep her from going on a(nother) rampage and a(nother) six hour binge of feeling sorry for herself for how stupid her species had become.
Still. Some genius vac-head just had to introduce the Cashlings to the idea of Halloween, didn't they?
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Date: 2011-11-01 05:35 am (UTC)Still. Some genius vac-head just had to introduce the Cashlings to the idea of Halloween, didn't they?