13: Ctrl. Alt. Delete.
[It's the morning after the Fog-Creature-Bird-Thingy and Mouse wakes to find herself back in her tent with a bandaged arm and a pounding headache. Sitting up, she drags her journal out of her pack and dictates an entry, sounding pissed off and groggy;]
[Filtered to those on the Expedition]
Anyone else wake up with new wounds and absolutely no recollection of how they got there? Seems I had a little more fun last night than I'm able to recall. [This second bit dripping with sarcasm]
[[ooc: The morning after this. I have to get to work now, but will tag on lunch (if I get one) and when I get back! :3 ]]
[Filtered to those on the Expedition]
Anyone else wake up with new wounds and absolutely no recollection of how they got there? Seems I had a little more fun last night than I'm able to recall. [This second bit dripping with sarcasm]
[[ooc: The morning after this. I have to get to work now, but will tag on lunch (if I get one) and when I get back! :3 ]]