2.02 [Text/Spam]

Oct 03, 2011 18:42

Private to Cissie
I'm up.

Private to Rex
From what I'm hearing, it sounds like I got knocked out just in time to avoid the welcome-back party. Fare all right?

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[Murphy doesn't make much noise over her frustration at waking up in the infirmary - she works her way out of bed, showers, and gets a bit of warmth back in her limbs in the gym before heading for the cafeteria at dinner time. The changes have her on edge, ready for a fight around every damn corner, so by the time she takes a seat she's ready to put a fork through the eye of anyone who startles her.

And on top of it all, she has a warden. She has a freaking warden.

That's one meeting she's going to put off as long as possible.

So here she is in the cafeteria, poking at her food - more like building a tiny city out of it - and listening to nearby conversations. The more she hears, the less appetite she has. Creepy isn't a problem, really- except for the fact that creepy on the Barge, apparently harmless creepy on the Barge... never seems to stay that way for long.]
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