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smash_logs2014-11-14 08:50 pm
redshirted) wrote in smash_logs2014-11-14 08:50 pm
Entry tags:
sicky log
Who: Ian, Samus, Falcon
What: Ian hasn't been feeling too hot...
When: Future dated probably around to the 18th or 19th
Where: The firehaus
Warnings: Poison event
Ian hasn't been feeling totally himself lately... Sort of lethargic, in general a little bit hazy. He's been needing to sleep more and duck off work a bit early. He attributed to seasonal changes. Maybe it was just planet-side life catching up to him now that he's not spending the majority of his time in a climate controlled, sanitized space-station.
He's hasn't had time lately for much of his personal projects, so he decides maybe it's best to put them on sort of a hiatus, at least while he recovers from whatever generic sickness he's got. In the meantime, since he's not working on them, he might as well return the tools he borrowed from Falcon and Samus.
Normally, a jog over to their house wouldn't even leave him winded. Man. He has really got to kick whatever this is. He gets to their front door, breathing heavier than expected. He knocks and waits for an answer, rubbing his forehead. His face feels sort of hot and his hands feel sort of clammy all at once. Ugh.
What: Ian hasn't been feeling too hot...
When: Future dated probably around to the 18th or 19th
Where: The firehaus
Warnings: Poison event
Ian hasn't been feeling totally himself lately... Sort of lethargic, in general a little bit hazy. He's been needing to sleep more and duck off work a bit early. He attributed to seasonal changes. Maybe it was just planet-side life catching up to him now that he's not spending the majority of his time in a climate controlled, sanitized space-station.
He's hasn't had time lately for much of his personal projects, so he decides maybe it's best to put them on sort of a hiatus, at least while he recovers from whatever generic sickness he's got. In the meantime, since he's not working on them, he might as well return the tools he borrowed from Falcon and Samus.
Normally, a jog over to their house wouldn't even leave him winded. Man. He has really got to kick whatever this is. He gets to their front door, breathing heavier than expected. He knocks and waits for an answer, rubbing his forehead. His face feels sort of hot and his hands feel sort of clammy all at once. Ugh.