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xp_daytripperAnd yes, that was sarcasm. Lots and lots of sarcasm.
Nate's in medlab. Again. I dunno what's going on, other than "he's all right", and I know well enough that nagging ain't gunna get me any more than that or down there to see him.
Pretty much everyone I care about is at each other's throats, and I'm copping the crossfire. I've got a bloody empathic link full of all sorts of lovely 'positive' feelings in the back of me head, and a... boyfriend, for want of a better word, who ain't talking to me because he's feeling like no-one gives a rat's arse about him. And I get to spend several hours in a car with a bunch of people, just about all of who are upset because of me in one way or another, and it ain't even my fucking fault.
I need a fucking drink. Too bad I ain't got anything.
What I'm going to do in the meantime is make up some of Homily's soothing tea (I'll leave a packet in the kitchen with instructions on it, if anyone else decides they need some), raid the cookie jar, and go and try and fix what I can with Manuel. Because otherwise I don't know where I'll end up or what I'll end up doing. I'll have me phone on me, any word on Nate, anything you need me to do, call me.
Nate's in medlab. Again. I dunno what's going on, other than "he's all right", and I know well enough that nagging ain't gunna get me any more than that or down there to see him.
Pretty much everyone I care about is at each other's throats, and I'm copping the crossfire. I've got a bloody empathic link full of all sorts of lovely 'positive' feelings in the back of me head, and a... boyfriend, for want of a better word, who ain't talking to me because he's feeling like no-one gives a rat's arse about him. And I get to spend several hours in a car with a bunch of people, just about all of who are upset because of me in one way or another, and it ain't even my fucking fault.
I need a fucking drink. Too bad I ain't got anything.
What I'm going to do in the meantime is make up some of Homily's soothing tea (I'll leave a packet in the kitchen with instructions on it, if anyone else decides they need some), raid the cookie jar, and go and try and fix what I can with Manuel. Because otherwise I don't know where I'll end up or what I'll end up doing. I'll have me phone on me, any word on Nate, anything you need me to do, call me.
