[ nothing of interest. the visor on the inside has a data readout on it, but it's just a countdown at the moment for when 0030 hours hits. ]
Habit. I've gotten used to wearing it, and I'm a private person.
[ anyways, hello everyone. adrastea smooths her hands through her hair to fix it, before going back to searching, eyes making a soft whirring sound as they focus. ]
At least Io has kept this place organized, so it's just a matter of finding the right box.
[ boooo boring. he sets the helmet down, and leaves a note to io - that he's taking an extra roll of bandages - on their desk. temenos seems unsurprised by how adrastea looks. wao ]
If you're lucky, perhaps they'll even have readable handwriting. That may be an improvement over our dear apothecary back home.
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[ anyways, hello everyone. adrastea smooths her hands through her hair to fix it, before going back to searching, eyes making a soft whirring sound as they focus. ]
At least Io has kept this place organized, so it's just a matter of finding the right box.
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I WAS CORRECT]
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lmao ]
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If you're lucky, perhaps they'll even have readable handwriting. That may be an improvement over our dear apothecary back home.
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[ affectionate ribbing on their io, as they resume rummaging around through the boxes. ]
Theirs is probably the worst of the crew, I think.
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[ help. ]
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[ hup, they bring down a dusty box and wipe it off, apparently having found what they need. ]
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Not an affliction clerics face.
[ temenos LOVES sleeping ]
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Nor intelligence officers.
[ so does adrastea ]