012 - [Infirmary Spam]
[Adrian hadn't spoken to anyone since he had woken up in the infirmary. In fact, he had been flat out avoiding even looking at the journal systems or making eye contact with anyone around him. He slept most of the time, during the day, though it brought little comfort. At night, he lay awake and watched the moving shapes of the ceiling, an odd form of pareidolia. Sometimes he would see the Comedian laughing at him, other times he would see Jon's white eyes glowing in the darkness.
Mid-afternoon, he had just woken up from one of his long afternoon naps. The dreams hadn't quite left him yet, so he kept his face half buried in the pillows, closed his eyes, and focused on recapturing the image, intent on finding something of significance. Like staring at a Rorschach test, he thought.]
[ooc: set sometime after the end of port.]
Mid-afternoon, he had just woken up from one of his long afternoon naps. The dreams hadn't quite left him yet, so he kept his face half buried in the pillows, closed his eyes, and focused on recapturing the image, intent on finding something of significance. Like staring at a Rorschach test, he thought.]
[ooc: set sometime after the end of port.]