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luckyescape[Two days after Remy's pot-luck and Freya is barely able to sit up without her head reeling. She doesn't know what it means. Her race doesn't get sick. In fact, Freya has never felt sick in her life, except for today. She feels like utter crap. Everything aches and despite her best efforts, she can't seem to focus enough to shift into a wolf. She has convinced herself that it would be easier in that shape, it's who she is, her true self but, damn it, she's too tired.
Her eyes close and she sleeps for hours, not bothering to call out of work in the process. When she wakes up it's the middle of the night and she can't get back to sleep. . .
6 Hours of watching the shadows on the ceiling and she's moved her attention to her phone in an expression of utter dismay.
Being sick fucking sucks and she doesn't want to do it anymore. Her text's aren't particularly long but they are sent out in broke fragments of someone who can't focus or even keep their thoughts straight without jumping topics.]
The charge on my DS died and then I lost it somewhere on the other side of the room. I don't know what else to do with myself. It's a little funny. I stole that DS from the lost and found during the short time that I had worked at Dave and Busters and now its lost. Get it? Funny.
Question: how do people with no chins put on pillowcases? Have you ever seen someone with no chin and thought that? I think that's a very real concern for people with no chins. They should have support groups and we can invent devices that put pillows on cases.
There are 27.65 tiles on the ceiling and each tile averages about 207 small dots.
Ignore that, my eyes were closed.
Imagine a puzzle where half of the pieces are the same shape and you're not sure what the picture is but you're trying to put it together… that's a fairly accurate description as to how I feel right now.
My answer is the word that's shaped like YES.
I want to eat something that taste like the color blue. FEED ME BLUE! I am Freya! The destroyer of colors! RAAAAAAWR
Do robots have to learn how to put bananas on waffles? WHO DOESN'T PUT BANANA'S ON WAFFLES!? WAFFLES!
I am bored.
And I don't get sick.
Human's get sick.
[Freya has a high fever and isn't able to think clearly. She's laying across her bed on the fourteenth floor in the communal housing, clad in her Captain America pajama's. Her skin is pale and her face flushed. She's laying on her side with her light gray eyes focusing in and out on the phone resting next to her. Her long blonde hair is messy and tousled all over the bed while dots of sweat glimmer across her brow.
She isn't sure if she has the strength to stand but she's going to try and possibly hobble around barefoot, tightly clasping her phone in her left hand and looking like death.]
[ooc: feel free to reply to her text or just run into her wherever. she is the world's worst sick person. she is also sending all of these texts individually over the course of a few hours, so if you want to reply to a certain one, go for it.]
Her eyes close and she sleeps for hours, not bothering to call out of work in the process. When she wakes up it's the middle of the night and she can't get back to sleep. . .
6 Hours of watching the shadows on the ceiling and she's moved her attention to her phone in an expression of utter dismay.
Being sick fucking sucks and she doesn't want to do it anymore. Her text's aren't particularly long but they are sent out in broke fragments of someone who can't focus or even keep their thoughts straight without jumping topics.]
The charge on my DS died and then I lost it somewhere on the other side of the room. I don't know what else to do with myself. It's a little funny. I stole that DS from the lost and found during the short time that I had worked at Dave and Busters and now its lost. Get it? Funny.
Question: how do people with no chins put on pillowcases? Have you ever seen someone with no chin and thought that? I think that's a very real concern for people with no chins. They should have support groups and we can invent devices that put pillows on cases.
There are 27.65 tiles on the ceiling and each tile averages about 207 small dots.
Ignore that, my eyes were closed.
Imagine a puzzle where half of the pieces are the same shape and you're not sure what the picture is but you're trying to put it together… that's a fairly accurate description as to how I feel right now.
My answer is the word that's shaped like YES.
I want to eat something that taste like the color blue. FEED ME BLUE! I am Freya! The destroyer of colors! RAAAAAAWR
Do robots have to learn how to put bananas on waffles? WHO DOESN'T PUT BANANA'S ON WAFFLES!? WAFFLES!
I am bored.
And I don't get sick.
Human's get sick.
[Freya has a high fever and isn't able to think clearly. She's laying across her bed on the fourteenth floor in the communal housing, clad in her Captain America pajama's. Her skin is pale and her face flushed. She's laying on her side with her light gray eyes focusing in and out on the phone resting next to her. Her long blonde hair is messy and tousled all over the bed while dots of sweat glimmer across her brow.
She isn't sure if she has the strength to stand but she's going to try and possibly hobble around barefoot, tightly clasping her phone in her left hand and looking like death.]
[ooc: feel free to reply to her text or just run into her wherever. she is the world's worst sick person. she is also sending all of these texts individually over the course of a few hours, so if you want to reply to a certain one, go for it.]
