I am glad for the existence of coffee, warm blankets, and quiet time. It seems to be some of the best therapy known to man.

Want, how are you holding up?

Throne.

My turn this time. Come talk to me when you've got a moment?

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[Drake's handwriting is still a little choppy, but much steadier than yesterday.]

...

The Sphere seems to delight in flinging curveballs at all of us. This one was at least less impactful than yesterday's...marginally.

Raise? You feeling all right? Apparently the Sphere is into a lot of sharing within fairly close relationships right now...

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[Drake's handwriting is very shaky. Much moreso than it ever has been before.]

Fugue?

I need the day off.

what did you do what did you do what did you do what did you do to me??

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LEZARD. Wherever you are, I need you downstairs NOW. Hopefully with some of those energy drink things, whatever you need to get your abilities at top flight.

Anyone else that's part of the hatchery contingent -- except Throne -- let's get a MOVE ON. We're going to be short some brute strength so we have to make up for it.

....

That made a sum total of absolutely no sense whatsoever.

I'd chalk it up to lack of sleep, but somehow I'm not sure that even at my most exhausted my mind could concoct something that bizarre.

Glass and towers and being all tied up and just...odd.