After another night with too little sleep, June and the crew of the Tori were assembled at the breakfast table (which was also the dinner, meeting, and board game table). Spending some of the meals together seemed important to them, which seemed alien to June, who had spent most of the meals in her life alone while reading through feeds, and she had turned out fine."'Project Gatekeeper' is a stupid name." Marga was nursing a bowl of soggy cereal with a pensive face."It's my gate; I found it and I'll keep it." June shrugged, then corrected herself. "OUR gate." She bit into her toast with jam, the fifth that morning, one for each available flavor. Apparently Rip was quite fond of making preserves. "What's your idea then?"Rip had returned with an armful of coffee mugs and passed them around. "How about 'Project Gateaux'?" They accepted the communal groans with a bow."Always with the food puns!" Bjorn eyed the jars of jam. "I mean. Not that I'm complaining. You're just so... jam-packed with them." A short and awkward silence fell over the table.Captain Konrad yawned into his hand and took a hearty sip of coffee. "I say we keep it; it's stuck in my head now anyways. Apropos: Emergency movie night tonight."Marga groaned. "Noooo! Not another one of those boring, non-interactive, 2D snoozefests."June looked confused. "Emergency? Movie?""Oh you'll see." Bjorn grinned. This time he got his groans. "What are we watching?""It's an all-time classic." The captain smiled. "Ghostbusters."10/X#writing #microfiction #smallstories #tootfic #scifi