[somewhere today, in your fine encampment ...]
There is a part of me that is desperate to make it smile somehow. ... which is counteracted by that general, niggling sense that somewhere in the world a foul, foul act of meta is being conducted. Foul.
... oh, to hell with it. Does anyone have a felt tip pen? Anyone at all?
((eta going to be hella slow, horribly distracted, attention span, you've heard it all before.
eta2 ... I failed, I will pick up this tomorrow if I can find the drive to play. I AM REALLY SORRY.))