Audio

[blesseddumbfuck]

I know there are very many people on this boat who can heal broken bones. I don't know what the Law says about this, but my ribs are very sore and I am tired of being an invalid. No pretty girls wish to comfort me except Dr. Bailey, and she was only affected by the flood. Persephone brought me a potted plant, but it is not the same thing as being petted and cooed over by someone who is not off-limits.

Besides, how can I play ulla-whatsit again if I have broken bones for the next four weeks?

I am requesting alternative medical attention. Chanting, laying of hands, weird-smelling oil. Can anyone heal my ribs?

I will be in the second floor common room, as I always am. I wonder why the others here spend much time in their private rooms. My people are very social. I like company, and I feel as though I have very little lately.



[Private to Persephone]

Your memories are restored? I have fixed it, just as I promised, and without a flashlight!


[Private to the Admiral]

I would like to know if Persephone will still receive the deal she was promised for rehabilitating an inmate.

Comments

[blesseddumbfuck.livejournal.com]

I do not want to do my mother.

[takingacut.livejournal.com]

Then I'll see you when you get fixed up, won't I?

[blesseddumbfuck.livejournal.com]

No one has offered except Frances Owen. It may be four weeks.

[takingacut.livejournal.com]

Can't help you there. Guess you'll just have to be patient.

[blesseddumbfuck.livejournal.com]

I was never very good at patience.

[takingacut.livejournal.com]

You should really work on that.