2.12 - Voice + Spam

[breakingmyheart]

[Private to Erik]

I've been in a coma for about four days.

I…I'm aware it could have been much longer, given how long it's been since we last talked.

I hope you're alright.

[The sentiment of someone who doesn't necessarily expect a response.]

[Open Spam]

[The walk from the door of her cabin to the door of the engine room is very short, but lately she's started to feel terribly agoraphobic on the walk between those rooms, as if the world might suddenly open up completely and leave her stranded in a huge, inescapable void.

If that's unpleasant then the walk up to the library is a nightmare, but her insomnia isn't going away and God knows she needs something to fill the hours. Still, she walks the programming and linguistics sections in a bit of a daze, eyeing the shelves and reading spines without taking much in.]

Comments

[Library Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

[She nods. Manipulating the Rift and summoning a gigantic demonic entity hadn't been Torchwood's finest hour; nor had her extremely non-simulated time lock misadventure on the Barge.]

Still, if all else fails you could blame it on the Admiral, he seems to be above that sort of thing anyway.

[Rather gallows humour but she wouldn't think for a second it's not all true.]

[Library Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

[He huffs a single laugh. He appreciates dark humour.]

It would be nice for him to be useful for a change, if only as an alibi.

[Library Spam]

[breakingmyheart]

Half the floods could be science experiments gone awry as it is, if not for the Admiral's anouncements. And maybe even then.

[Library Spam]

[timesbureaucrat]

So he's possibly not only a poor driver but an incompetent experimenter. I do sometimes wonder if we're just rats in a proverbial maze of the Admiral's making.