Angua was trying not to breathe. Every time she did, she couldn't help but notice the residual evidence of the void that had taken the station, because it was simply a matter of fact that the colours you couldn't smell were always worse than the ones you could. And while nothing substantial seemed missing (the coffee, thank the gods, was perfect fine), there was still a certain...voidness, that she wondered if anyone else could pick up or if it was just her clever nose.

Of course, that voidness was forgotten every single time she heard the all too familiar whump of Ralph dropping a folder of paperwork in her inbox. Every time he did it, she met it with an arched eyebrow and a cool look. He could only shrug, and Angua was left wondering why the paperwork couldn't have just stayed disappeared...

[[ open station is open, of course! ]]