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WHO: Martha Jones and Jim Kirk
WHERE: The porch
WHEN: Day 45, after dinner.
It had taken until dinner before Martha had found herself able to move enough to actually make the trek down into the kitchen. The only thing that had driven her downwards was the fact that she knew that she needed to eat. Eating had helped the headache, she'd discovered, but now it was coming back.
Martha was doing something decidedly stupid, she had picked up a bottle of high proof scotch to keep at the house in case someone needed something disinfected. Tonight she was planning on drinking a fair amount of it. Bundled up, she sat on the porch of the house with a glass and the bottle. She'd had several already, and was holding a glass with a generous amount and a little smile.
WHERE: The porch
WHEN: Day 45, after dinner.
It had taken until dinner before Martha had found herself able to move enough to actually make the trek down into the kitchen. The only thing that had driven her downwards was the fact that she knew that she needed to eat. Eating had helped the headache, she'd discovered, but now it was coming back.
Martha was doing something decidedly stupid, she had picked up a bottle of high proof scotch to keep at the house in case someone needed something disinfected. Tonight she was planning on drinking a fair amount of it. Bundled up, she sat on the porch of the house with a glass and the bottle. She'd had several already, and was holding a glass with a generous amount and a little smile.