Evens or odds...
There appears to be a slightly even split occurring at the moment.
Juni is in the infirmary, lying in bed and looking remarkably angry about her luck.
She’s slept a little, examined her nails a little… overall she’s just laid around and glared at the world in general.
It was rather inevitable that she would catch it really, since her habits of refusing to stay in the basement for too long would put her around infected people.
She’s still cursing her luck though, she somehow has images in her brain of a death in Texas for some reason and the future appears to have pus in it.
She’s just hoping that it’s not her future.
Aria is also downstairs; she distantly blames the voice that sounds like her mother.
You can find her in the common room, pacing at a astonishing rate around and muttering to herself.
She probably looks very strange.
Jet however is upstairs; it’s almost a miracle that the plague didn’t effect her considering how much she walks around.
Of course she’s not grateful for this, she wants to help in any way she can…
Which somehow involves sitting in her new room with a glass of wine, a screwdriver and some nail polish.
She looks worried, feel free to ask for explanations…
They might be quite interesting.
Liz Is pacing the corridor, her shield is out and she’s already knocked over several things.
She doesn’t really care, quite frankly she already has some half formed plans to burst downstairs and find either the Doctor, the TARDIS or/and somebody who is mildly sensible.
So watch out for the shielded lady walking up and down a very populated corridor.
Liz Shaw is not good at doing nothing.
Juni is in the infirmary, lying in bed and looking remarkably angry about her luck.
She’s slept a little, examined her nails a little… overall she’s just laid around and glared at the world in general.
It was rather inevitable that she would catch it really, since her habits of refusing to stay in the basement for too long would put her around infected people.
She’s still cursing her luck though, she somehow has images in her brain of a death in Texas for some reason and the future appears to have pus in it.
She’s just hoping that it’s not her future.
Aria is also downstairs; she distantly blames the voice that sounds like her mother.
You can find her in the common room, pacing at a astonishing rate around and muttering to herself.
She probably looks very strange.
Jet however is upstairs; it’s almost a miracle that the plague didn’t effect her considering how much she walks around.
Of course she’s not grateful for this, she wants to help in any way she can…
Which somehow involves sitting in her new room with a glass of wine, a screwdriver and some nail polish.
She looks worried, feel free to ask for explanations…
They might be quite interesting.
Liz Is pacing the corridor, her shield is out and she’s already knocked over several things.
She doesn’t really care, quite frankly she already has some half formed plans to burst downstairs and find either the Doctor, the TARDIS or/and somebody who is mildly sensible.
So watch out for the shielded lady walking up and down a very populated corridor.
Liz Shaw is not good at doing nothing.