[six]

[grey_of_heart]

[Gabriel awakes in Mori's bed, atop the sheets and the blankets. The bed has been made, and the bedclothes are clean. So is his own clothing; he's fully dressed, except for shoes, and feels like he just took a shower. He feels as healthy as he had before the sickness, as if it never happened. (fucking with your head, they want you to wonder if it really happened--)]

[No. He won't dwell on it. That way is depression and madness. He has to stay focused.]

[The flowers Mia brought are still there, though. Roses, beautiful and sweet. He takes them with him as he leaves the room, off to the kitchen to find something to eat.]

[Well, at least the boy will have his room back.]

[[filtered to Mia and Mori; if you really think it's important enough to hack, have fun]]

Thank you.

[[for everyone else]]

This place is going to turn me into an alcoholic. Bloody hells.

But anyway, does anyone have any hobbies to keep your mind off of all this? I've taken up gardening, some veggies and whatnot, but it's only so much.

[[filtered from drones]]

Has anyone quit your job? Considering it just appeared out of nowhere and they thought I'd been there for years, I'm not sure if they'd take too well to my telling them to shove it up their collective arse.