Ω Fifty Three - Up and at 'em!

[rass_bestie]

[Spam for Rassilon]

[Even as Adam disappears, Omega starts to stir. He sits up, frowning.]

[Later, Private to Braxiatel.]

Can you tell me what happened since I last spoke to you? To the best of your ability, of course.

[Friends filter]

Are you all right?

[He'll find out himself.]

Comments

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

Yes, but I would rather a more personal account. As you say, I can investigate the journals and the reports, but your presence does tend to be elusive.

[Private]

[rass_bestie]

I'm quite sure it was by design.

It's doesn't take a noble hero to act. I do wish you wouldn't bother with things like that. Narvin doesn't bother with 'nobility', but he's out there getting himself a bed in the infirmary every chance he gets. The things you are not are hardly the point. Do you think you'll graduate by becoming one?

You're leaving as Irving Braxiatel. Someone, who, hopefully, understands that failure is only all his fault if he's the only bloody one allowed to care about it! [So sorry, but this has been bugging him since the past martyr conversation.]

[shortsghtedlove]

[Rassilon looks about ready to fall asleep, but when he notices Omega sitting up, he jumps.] Omega! Are you all right?

[rass_bestie]

My room. In future, my room. [At least then there would be a greater possibility that Rassilon'd get some rest.] Let me take you to yours. [He gets up without difficulty.]

[shortsghtedlove]

There's no equipment should something happen. [He shakes his head.] I'm fine. And the Coordinator is here. Don't you want to see how he is? [If they're already in the infirmary... And he should probably show that he's fine anyway.]

[rass_bestie]

Something is more likely to happen when I'm not in my room, alone. And you would have had your senses. You might have gotten rest. [Which you obviously didn't have.] I'm sending you to bed.