Ω Twenty Eight - Fire Gods Are Hard Work, Guys
[Well, Omega woke up, because all the anguish going on is not conducive to a restful sleep, thought 'hey, so this what this room looks like' and 'is that my fire? Oops!' before realising that he's not going to be of much help dead on his feet and rambly thinking. So he stumbled all the way back to his room for a nap. He had just gotten the slightly singed and blood splattered clothes off of him and into a nice sweater and his bed before he realised, hey! People may have worried.
So, Barge, have a seriously tired Omega ramble at you from his bed.]
'M k. An... And I'm sorry about the God. [Even though all he did was warm people up, get music down in Zero, start one fire and chatted amiably with people.]
[Infirmary Filter]
'M... going to ask... Rassss... Rassilon to help. He's... he knows things. Medical like things. And you need help. [He nods, you're good people.]
[Private to Rassilon]
Can I ask you a favour, my friend?
[OOC: Pretty much every thread will end with Omega dropping off on you.]
So, Barge, have a seriously tired Omega ramble at you from his bed.]
'M k. An... And I'm sorry about the God. [Even though all he did was warm people up, get music down in Zero, start one fire and chatted amiably with people.]
[Infirmary Filter]
'M... going to ask... Rassss... Rassilon to help. He's... he knows things. Medical like things. And you need help. [He nods, you're good people.]
[Private to Rassilon]
Can I ask you a favour, my friend?
[OOC: Pretty much every thread will end with Omega dropping off on you.]