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TWENTY SEVEN ✖ VOICE/SPAM
[Private to Faith and Arkady]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]
I need to speak with both of you, when you have opportunity.
[Private to Jesse]
Are you still holding your meetings? [He has someone for you. :V]
[Private to Tony]
We need to speak.
[Open Spam for the Greenhouse/Anywhere Deck]
[Charles had been making a concerted effort to get himself back into something that resembled a usual routine. He still hadn't been sleeping well, something that was plainly visible in the dark bags under his eyes, and had a feeling it would be a while before he could really choke it down to nonexistence, but they were somewhat less frequent and easier not to think about the next morning.
And while he still wasn't necessarily social, he'd kept his promise and not spent his days locked in his room ignoring the rest of the Barge, and today that had meant forcing himself to get out of bed, shower, change, and get some fresh air up on deck. He had a book with him, and while he looked content and probably normal when he he popped in the greenhouse and later parked himself near the deck railing to read, he was actually still somewhat tense, his shields lowered slightly to make sure he could tell when someone was sneaking up on him. It wouldn't be noticeable to people unfamiliar wit telepathy, and usually, he would feel a little more guilty and apologetic for doing it, but not since that port. He'd had enough of being vulnerable because he hadn't been able to use his telepathy, and he wasn't about to leave himself open for some other attack or what have you.]