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driftfleet2016-01-01 09:31 pm
geonomy) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-01 09:31 pm
004 - Text; oh space balls
Who: Clay Terran and ALL of you!!
Broadcast: Yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: January 2nd
[Clay was having a good time exploring the temples. He was all about them temples. So, of course, he feels very bitter about having to cut the exploration short due to catching a cold. A cold. And on top of that, one of his crewmates is gone. He was about to tell Koushiro that hey, the captain caught a cold too, and... well. Normally he'd bounce back from all this and move on, but with the cold quickly and progressively getting worse and worse...
So he's in his bed, covers up over his head and very. Very. Bored. And it's only been a day since he was ordered bed rest! He could be exploring the temples more. He could be learning about the salt mines. He could be continuing his research for his star charts, but no, that has to be put off too. Ugh, this will mess him up...
With a groan, he rolls over, pats for his device, and decides to type since he doesn't want to cough in everyone's faces:]
what do u do to entertain yourself when youre stukc n bed 4ever
Broadcast: Yeh
Action: On the Vanquish!
When: January 2nd
[Clay was having a good time exploring the temples. He was all about them temples. So, of course, he feels very bitter about having to cut the exploration short due to catching a cold. A cold. And on top of that, one of his crewmates is gone. He was about to tell Koushiro that hey, the captain caught a cold too, and... well. Normally he'd bounce back from all this and move on, but with the cold quickly and progressively getting worse and worse...
So he's in his bed, covers up over his head and very. Very. Bored. And it's only been a day since he was ordered bed rest! He could be exploring the temples more. He could be learning about the salt mines. He could be continuing his research for his star charts, but no, that has to be put off too. Ugh, this will mess him up...
With a groan, he rolls over, pats for his device, and decides to type since he doesn't want to cough in everyone's faces:]
what do u do to entertain yourself when youre stukc n bed 4ever
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But she'll peer at him around the door anyway and peer at him dubiously.]
If I come over there will you infect me?
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He peeks out from under the covers at that, his hair even messier than before due to being in bed for hours.]
Ah... probably better to stay where you are. You might get hit with my coughing weapon if you get too close.
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[She grins at him. How rude and effective. And guess what, she's coming in anyway with a whole bunch of paper.] You should be careful. Tell people you have a coughing weapon and everyone will want one.
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Ha. If they all get colds like me, then they too will have coughing weapons.
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Then you'll probably all destroy each other and I'll be the only one left. [A tragedy. She offers up the paper.] Some of it's got stuff on it but some of it's blank. Is it any good?
[She had piles of it when she got here. There's a lot of poems by people like Shel Silverstein or AA Milne, written out in either a child's scrawl or a messier adult's. And then there's uh.. some occult symbols in there, but shh. It's okay.]
Either that or I could knit you the world's longest scarf.
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[Seeing how his room is pretty much covered with sketches and drawings of planets, constellations, star charts, equations, and other space things as well as people he knows back at home and on his world? Yeah. He goes through paper fast.]
Still, if knitting keeps you entertained, then go for it. I feel like scarves would be needed on a planet like this too.
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[Not so much knitting. She tries to tidy the papers a little more into a pile before she hands them over. Hope u like silly poetry-- but there should be enough blank to keep him occupied for a while.]
Do you think you'll be better soon?
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Mmm, I'd give it about a week or so. My voice will probably still sound horrible, but I should be feeling better after that. [You know, unless it's not a space cold and is instead a space plague]
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[He may start to wonder about this wool thing when she produces, you know, six different badly knitted scarves out of the damn thing.]
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I think I'd probably sound more like a dying frog than an evil villain. Unless I was a frog villain. [He sits up a little straighter] Braaaah, bring me fliiiiies.
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