* Fifteen.

[iniquiticity]

It is a bad idea to sleep wedged on the ceiling when gravity returns. To this end, I'm now sporting a terrific bruise on my head and a nose in a lot of pain.

Also, it is scorchingly hot - I can't even wear my coat without becoming drenched in sweat. Anti-gravity was much preferred. However, on the brighter side of thing, I've secured a job as a

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[distant_dragon]

TELL me about it. I prefer a deep freeze to this nonsense. Did someone decide to turn on a heat lamp or something of that nature?

[iniquiticity]

I suppose someone did. I wonder who?

[distant_dragon]

The sun did, clearly.

Eh, doesn't affect me unless I go downstairs, so no big deal.

[iniquiticity]

You and your climate control.

[distant_dragon]

I enjoy my creature comforts. Can you blame me?

[iniquiticity]

I suppose not. Can you blame me for wishing for it?

[distant_dragon]

Not in the least.