0013. Procurements, the first.
Draco, when you're finished resting from your workshift and have a moment before dinner, I've got a couple of gifts for you. I certainly hope you'll enjoy them.
Good afternoon, Barge! I trust everyone is relatively well. I apologise for that strange outburst; sometimes I find practising my native script to be a tremendous stress reliever. I will remember in our future to keep such scratching to myself- I was merely distraught at the time.
Welcomes are in order for those who've recently arrived, if I've not yet had a chance to say hello individually. I'd wager I've learned my way around rather well by now, so feel free to request my assistance if you feel I will meet your needs.
[Private]
I'm rather worried by the lasting effect. I feel like some sort of addict; I've spent no less than an hour a day in the zero chamber, to no avail. I've even tried sleeping more than I ought to, drinking more water than is necessary, to flush the chemical from my system, but it doesn't change.
Rather, I feel in proper order, and I go about my business for a short time, and then- and then I catch a glimpse of her, in the cafeteria or in the library or even the hallway, and my recovery is undone all over again. Physically, I feel no adverse effect, and the effects themselves aren't really unpleasant so much as something more along the lines of wistful. The memories, the images the TARDIS touches out of curiosity, but she... hmm.
I'm beginning to fear the chemicals may no longer be involved. When did I become so terribly irrational?
Good afternoon, Barge! I trust everyone is relatively well. I apologise for that strange outburst; sometimes I find practising my native script to be a tremendous stress reliever. I will remember in our future to keep such scratching to myself- I was merely distraught at the time.
Welcomes are in order for those who've recently arrived, if I've not yet had a chance to say hello individually. I'd wager I've learned my way around rather well by now, so feel free to request my assistance if you feel I will meet your needs.
[Private]
I'm rather worried by the lasting effect. I feel like some sort of addict; I've spent no less than an hour a day in the zero chamber, to no avail. I've even tried sleeping more than I ought to, drinking more water than is necessary, to flush the chemical from my system, but it doesn't change.
Rather, I feel in proper order, and I go about my business for a short time, and then- and then I catch a glimpse of her, in the cafeteria or in the library or even the hallway, and my recovery is undone all over again. Physically, I feel no adverse effect, and the effects themselves aren't really unpleasant so much as something more along the lines of wistful. The memories, the images the TARDIS touches out of curiosity, but she... hmm.
I'm beginning to fear the chemicals may no longer be involved. When did I become so terribly irrational?