031315ThiagoTethys

-- transchronicAllegorator [TA] began pestering gallionicAcrobat [GA] at 23:38 --

 [11:39] TA: A flush in the ajoining bathroom goes out, followed by the fan being switched on.

 [11:40] GA: | Tethys wakes up peacefully, and stretches her arms. "Hello?" |

 [11:41] TA: Thiago opens the door, looking slightly offended at the smell. He closes the door quickly and quietly. On seeing Tethys, he smiles softly. "Sorry, did I wake you?"

 [11:41] GA: | "Maybe? What time is it, I usually wake up at like six." |

 [11:41] TA: "Four."

 [11:41] GA: | "AM?" |

 [11:41] TA: He nods.

 [11:42] TA: "Acenia ere stopped by."

 [11:42] TA: He produces a skull from his Sylladex. "She brought this for you."

 [11:43] GA: | "Oh, cool. I've been meaning to spice up my room with some decor. Is she suggesting a punk look?" |

 [11:43] GA: | She takes it, examining all sides. |

 [11:44] TA: It has a space symbol on the back of it. "It might beef up your space powers, though." He grins and produces a similar skull, this one with the hope icon.

 [11:44] GA: | "Oh! ...How?" |

 [11:44] TA: "Believe?" He shrugs. "That's how mine works anyway."

 [11:45] GA: | "I uh, I know how to use my Aspect. I mean, how does this skull help?" |

 [11:46] TA: "It can help control."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:47] GA: | She looks at it with incredulity, but simply shrugs and captchas it. "Okay. Where'd she get them?" |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:50] TA: "Some event we missed."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:51] GA: | "Aw, boo." Tethys takes out one of those mobile camping microwaves and a box of frozen pancakes. "Cookplatepies?" |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:52] TA: He nods.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:52] TA: "Please."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:53] GA: | She sticks them in, hastily checking the box for the cook time, and dials it in. It makes that weird microwave sound, you know the one. |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:54] GA: | "I always liked waking up early. The sunrise, the breakfast, that warm light in my room, and plenty of time to get ready for training..." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:54] GA: | "Too bad literally all of that but the breakfast is gone." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:55] TA: He brushes her hair into place. "Not forever."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:56] GA: | "I dunno, I don't think the blue thing above Prospit is exactly a sun. Though the light must come from somewhere." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:56] GA: | "Or are you speaking about the training? Because yeah, I suppose at some point I'll get back into that. Probably not a good idea yet." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:56] TA: He chuckles. "I meant your training, dunkass."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:57] GA: | "Guess I could, like, climb on some fecesthrowingbeast bars." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:58] TA: "I'

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:58] TA: "I'd still wait."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [11:59] TA: "Let's wait til your spine is getting better, first, okay?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:00] GA: | "Wilco. Though I should probably be lifting weights or something if I want to maintian this steady diet of snacks and nothing else." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:00] TA: He nods. "Definitely."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:02] GA: | The microwave bings. "Foods done." She hands him the plate, stuffs one in her mouth and starts lifting the microwave with her other hand." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:02] GA: (( whoops, no " at the end there ))

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:02] TA: Thiago takes one of the hotcakes and nibbles it.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:23] TA: His eyes go out of focus for a moment and he sort of loses his balance.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:24] GA: | "...You okay?" |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:24] TA: He shakes his head, as if to clear it. "Yea, I guess I'm just... tired."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:25] GA: | "Did you not sleep? I remember we played cards a while... Possibly fell asleep in the middle." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:26] TA: "You fell asleep, then I left. / I had to the bathroom, but my... bowels... uh..." He makes a sour expression.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:26] TA: "They didn't agree with me."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:27] GA: | "What'd you eat?" |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:27] TA: He ponders this for a moment.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:27] TA: "I think some Pizza, perhaps?"

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:29] GA: | "Hm, I don't think I've eaten anything in quite a few days. Not so hungry when you're bedridden. These pancakes are absolutely delicious, for some reason." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:30] TA: "We can go to the mess hall."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:31] GA: | "Alright! Lemme just..." She uncaptchalogues and unfolds her wheelchair, just sort of dropping it on the floor next to her bed and hastily/painfully jumping in before Thiago can help. |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:31] TA: Thiago grimaces. "You really should be more careful."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:32] GA: | She grits her teeth but painfully smiles as she rolls herself towards the door. "I'll be fine." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:35] TA: Thiago takes to pushing her out the door. "Come on silly."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:35] GA: | She protests, but eventually gives in. "I coulda done it." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:36] TA: "But you would heal faster if you wouldn't."

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:37] GA: | "Faster, slower, the end product is the same." |

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> [12:38] TA: He giggles. And wheels her the rest of the way there.

<p style=" margin-top:0px; margin-bottom:0px; margin-left:0px; margin-right:0px; -qt-block-indent:0; text-indent:0px;"> -- gallionicAcrobat [GA] ceased pestering transchronicAllegorator [TA] at 00:42 --