Situation normal, all fucked up. There had never been an apter use of that pseudo-military bit of jargon. FUBAR had more hard-edged consonants, but that was reserved for when the shit hit the fan in any situation. He'd gotten used to dirty looks for using either, due to the associations with chemical weapons, guerrilla warfare, and other non-environmentally friendly activities. Not that anyone had ever been able to prove the Army had done anything other than turn existing acronyms into a catechism for terrified guys. Swear all you want, just strap on your guns.
And dig into your waffles. S.T. ate. If it was poisoned, it was poisoned. Tasted like the worst offender was bromomethane, a.k.a. methyl bromide, which he couldn't actually taste. Shit was worse for the ozone layer than in strawberry dessert topping concentrations. Skin cancer, not neurological toxicity. Might as well enjoy them.
He was left alone to commune with nature as interpreted by indifferent cooks and American sweet tooths. Tasty. It was only once he'd wandered back out into the Sun Room, where the usual A.M. speculation had begun, that he saw the note.
Javert? Dead? What the hell had happened up there last night? Another group had been there first. Should they have stuck around? Shit. He scrawled a question back at the note and set to pacing the area around the board. At least two nurses attempted to placate him, but an eyeroll and a sneer kept them at bay.
And dig into your waffles. S.T. ate. If it was poisoned, it was poisoned. Tasted like the worst offender was bromomethane, a.k.a. methyl bromide, which he couldn't actually taste. Shit was worse for the ozone layer than in strawberry dessert topping concentrations. Skin cancer, not neurological toxicity. Might as well enjoy them.
He was left alone to commune with nature as interpreted by indifferent cooks and American sweet tooths. Tasty. It was only once he'd wandered back out into the Sun Room, where the usual A.M. speculation had begun, that he saw the note.
Javert? Dead? What the hell had happened up there last night? Another group had been there first. Should they have stuck around? Shit. He scrawled a question back at the note and set to pacing the area around the board. At least two nurses attempted to placate him, but an eyeroll and a sneer kept them at bay.
[Raphael]
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