Journal Entry 136/0152 I was tired, and in desperate need of a bath.Journal Entry 136/0152 I was tired, and in desperate need of a bath. Having just finished a game of Powered Armor Soccer, an awful game in which even the ball shoots back, I was desperate for a long, soothing bath in my own tub, preferably alone; A time where I could pick up a book and fall asleep and not have to worry about anything. So of course, the moment I walk into my own home, "Hi Dave, any news for me?" "Of course, Ken. Do you want the good news or the bad news?" the thing asked me. Set, Dave, I don't need this now, I'm tired. *Sorry, Ken.* He switched back to verbal, "You might want to take a bath and a nap, then. The bad news, other than the news-news, is that P'nyssa won't be home for a while." "Trouble?" I asked. Having a doctor for a lover can be worrisome. "Date." "May I ask who?" "You may, and I will answer. It's Tarrete'." Oh, ho. Fascinating. "Okay, and what's the good news?" "At about twelve lome' Ember wants you to meet her at the Arc dining hall for dinner. |