Fifth Thesis | [Action] | Backdated to a more reasonable hour
[Ingrid stares at the bubble in the Battle Dome clinic where the droids have dropped her off. She's clearly supposed to go back in there, and should really do so post-haste. But...
...she can't bring herself to do it. Can't even bring herself to call up Aella for the magic cleansing first. Aella will be there in a few hours. But who knows when she'll get another chance like this. Ingrid takes in a deep breath, turns, and walks out of the clinic.
Feel free to encounter a twenty-something girl sans device today. She'll be touching, oh, everything. And smelling it. Like, everything. Trees, grass, water, the sides of buildings, animals, your clothes, your hair...
Okay, maybe not. She's not rude. But if it looks really interesting to touch, she might not be able to help herself.
Oh, and Robert... a few hours after she gets back, she'll be a-knocking on your door. You home, Prof?]
...she can't bring herself to do it. Can't even bring herself to call up Aella for the magic cleansing first. Aella will be there in a few hours. But who knows when she'll get another chance like this. Ingrid takes in a deep breath, turns, and walks out of the clinic.
Feel free to encounter a twenty-something girl sans device today. She'll be touching, oh, everything. And smelling it. Like, everything. Trees, grass, water, the sides of buildings, animals, your clothes, your hair...
Okay, maybe not. She's not rude. But if it looks really interesting to touch, she might not be able to help herself.
Oh, and Robert... a few hours after she gets back, she'll be a-knocking on your door. You home, Prof?]