Summary: (March 2028) Catechism and Fusillade try to figure out what to do with unhappy Magma while they drink and entertain Sweeps. The sights and sounds of the Steel Balloon are louder, more garish than normal, the business in full swing to entertain revellers. Not all seem too interested in playing, though. Fusillade, in a pose quite similar to the day after the first physical merging, is sitting at the main bar, forehead propped up on one palm as she gives the gleaming goblet before her a look of trepidation. "Well well well, lookit this morose motherboard," one of her normal carousing partners states. Glancing askance, Fusillade nnnghs, and waves them off.