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[wankersometimes]

Announcements from your friendly neighborhood doctor are as follows:

1.  You are cleared for light duty.  No weevil monster hunting, no stun-gunning anything, and no orgies unless there are alien girls with three tits and I'm invited.  But you can leave the damn house and do your boring archive-y stuff again.

2.  You should be getting more bed rest

Comments

[king_coffee]

Light duty?

[wankersometimes]

As opposed to let's-get-ourselves-shot duty, yeah.

[king_coffee]

I am still the only member of the team to have never been shot, I'll have you know.

[ooc: Bloody gmail!]

[wankersometimes]

And yet you manage to gas yourself to death and zap your heart with alien tech and don't think I didn't read about that in your file.

[ooc: I know! What's its problem? D<]

[protect_them]

Don't think I didn't notice that last part, Owen. I'm off my feet as much as I can be right now.

Bed rest is bloody boring, you know?

[wankersometimes]

You'll appreciate any rest you get once the sprog is out, you know.

[protect_them]

Still bloody boring. I have things I could be doing.

[worksmart]

Are you worried?

[wankersometimes]

'Course. You make my world so much brighter, sunshine.

Also, I was gonna pawn your stuff if you'd kicked it.

[worksmart]

Right, because I'd leave it all to you. Maybe the text on persistent irritants.

I'm fine. Not like death here's a big deal.