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13 // [Text/Spam for Blonsky]
Sep. 26th, 2010 07:46 pm[Ray's not feeling well. At all. It's not quite as bad as the first few days of the death toll were, but it's bad enough. He's in an extremely sour mood, since on top of not feeling well, there has been another flood announcement--yet another one; the rate this ship is taking on water, you'd think the Admiral does it on purpose--and he found out that the Master is out of zero. It's the latter that has taken the biggest toll on his spirit. The man is insane and out of control; he needs to be locked up, but nobody on this ship seems to give a damn. In fact, Howie, who had promised to make sure that the Master was still in lock-up, never got back to him about it. Thanks, Howie. Good to know that the whole "I care about people dying" thing was just an act.]
( Private messages for Howie and the Admiral. )
[After texting the private messages, Ray decides he needs to get out of his room. The familiar space is making him nervous, twitchy--cabin fever of some sort, maybe. Whatever it is, he's going to deal with it by wandering down to--the mess hall, maybe. Or the gym. Something. He'll figure it out when he gets there.]
[The idea of going to the infirmary doesn't even cross his mind. Neither does the thought that this may be flood-related, and that maybe his urge of getting out of his room is caused by an irrational, subconscious need to find a short, Russian/British soldier. He'll find out once he's found him.]
((Due to internet fail and me being away for most of Saturday, this is horribly late. So it's either backdated, or Ray and Blonsky are having a delayed flood reaction. I'm good with either! Since they're not going to be doing much besides get into a fight, maybe having this be Sunday morning would work? Tagging's gonna be slow on my part since my internet keeps dropping out.))
( Private messages for Howie and the Admiral. )
[After texting the private messages, Ray decides he needs to get out of his room. The familiar space is making him nervous, twitchy--cabin fever of some sort, maybe. Whatever it is, he's going to deal with it by wandering down to--the mess hall, maybe. Or the gym. Something. He'll figure it out when he gets there.]
[The idea of going to the infirmary doesn't even cross his mind. Neither does the thought that this may be flood-related, and that maybe his urge of getting out of his room is caused by an irrational, subconscious need to find a short, Russian/British soldier. He'll find out once he's found him.]
((Due to internet fail and me being away for most of Saturday, this is horribly late. So it's either backdated, or Ray and Blonsky are having a delayed flood reaction. I'm good with either! Since they're not going to be doing much besides get into a fight, maybe having this be Sunday morning would work? Tagging's gonna be slow on my part since my internet keeps dropping out.))
