[Audio - Chrissie's own ID]
[Christine had put off taking the cure on deck seventy-six for as long as reasonably possible. The thought of doing anything that could damage her throat alarmed her no small amount. When it became clear that passengers were not being allowed to leave quarantine without taking it, there was little option left. It was either take the cure and deal with the aftermath, or remain on deck seventy-six for the foreseeable future. That wasn't at all pleasing to consider .. so she relented and finally took the offered cure after hearing that those that had taken it had suffered nothing prolonged as of yet.
She had not expected to end up back in her own room - her original room. Exhaustion had taken her and she had promptly curled up and fallen asleep. She'd left only for quick trips for food, keeping to herself and not speaking to anyone; although she kept her communicator on her person. She had not even been too inclined to locate suitable clothing for herself, as that would have required wandering farther from her room than she felt comfortable with.
It's several days before she risks speaking, and even then her voice is not fully recovered from the acid bath her throat took. However, she's horrid at the text option, so it's that or nothing. :| ]
If .. [She clear her throat.] If anyone was worried, I would like to assure you that I am well .. As well as I can be, at any rate. [As I'm certain there is a concerned Opera Ghost out there. She won't call you by name, darling, as she's certain Raoul would be rather put out by it. You did kidnap her and all before the shit hit the fan.]
Raoul .. I woke in my own room .. I am all right, but I can barely use the audio abilities of the communicators and didn't wish to wander too far without contacting you. Where -- where are you?
She had not expected to end up back in her own room - her original room. Exhaustion had taken her and she had promptly curled up and fallen asleep. She'd left only for quick trips for food, keeping to herself and not speaking to anyone; although she kept her communicator on her person. She had not even been too inclined to locate suitable clothing for herself, as that would have required wandering farther from her room than she felt comfortable with.
It's several days before she risks speaking, and even then her voice is not fully recovered from the acid bath her throat took. However, she's horrid at the text option, so it's that or nothing. :| ]
If .. [She clear her throat.] If anyone was worried, I would like to assure you that I am well .. As well as I can be, at any rate. [As I'm certain there is a concerned Opera Ghost out there. She won't call you by name, darling, as she's certain Raoul would be rather put out by it. You did kidnap her and all before the shit hit the fan.]
Raoul .. I woke in my own room .. I am all right, but I can barely use the audio abilities of the communicators and didn't wish to wander too far without contacting you. Where -- where are you?