Hey, anybody know what the fuck is up with the art room? I've been trying to get in for like, days, but it's always locked. Meanwhile I'm bored as shit and out of pencils.
Trellium-D affected my system for emotional suppression. I was able to relate better with my crew. I though that with a controlled intake, I would be able to avoid fatal overexposure. We were involved in a battle that left me in command, and my source of trellium-D cut off. I went to great lengths to retrieve some, and nearly died in the process. Worse, I could not command Enterprise.
[It's mostly said in her normal clipped, matter-of-fact tone, but there's a quiet little edge of emotion you have to listen for to know it's there.] Failing our mission meant the destruction of Earth. I confided in the ship's doctor, and he helped me...[What's the phrase, what's the phrase...] 'get clean.'
[Private]yeahscienceNovember 27 2011, 02:04:38 UTC
[It takes half a second to translate this from sci-fi talk (and his sad, sad brain notes the name of a drug he's never heard of with keen interest -- what's this trellium, anyway?).]
So he just... cured you? One shot, no more, uh, trellium?
Private - Video - Spam, then!yeahscienceNovember 25 2011, 09:36:16 UTC
((Holy crap, I didn't think I'd find any because we see Bedroom 3.0 maybe twice ever, but Idid (I swear that second one makes sense in context). It's probably a little cleaner right now because LOL not in the middle of a breakdown anymore. The other side, IIRC, has the flatscreen TV/video game stuff and a long row of drawers and that's about it. It's pretty spartan.))
[The room's not really any homier today, on account of the fact that he can't exactly go buy more furniture, but he's done what he can; the floor's been cleared of clothes, sketch paper and ashtrays, the random boxes are shoved into a corner, and he's spread a blanket out, picnic-style. One box, which MYSTERIOUSLY smells like pie, is sitting on the dresser
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...Uh, only a little. [Because he's not a total nerd, yo except he kind of is sometimes.]
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Trellium-D affected my system for emotional suppression. I was able to relate better with my crew. I though that with a controlled intake, I would be able to avoid fatal overexposure. We were involved in a battle that left me in command, and my source of trellium-D cut off. I went to great lengths to retrieve some, and nearly died in the process. Worse, I could not command Enterprise.
[It's mostly said in her normal clipped, matter-of-fact tone, but there's a quiet little edge of emotion you have to listen for to know it's there.] Failing our mission meant the destruction of Earth. I confided in the ship's doctor, and he helped me...[What's the phrase, what's the phrase...] 'get clean.'
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So he just... cured you? One shot, no more, uh, trellium?
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[The room's not really any homier today, on account of the fact that he can't exactly go buy more furniture, but he's done what he can; the floor's been cleared of clothes, sketch paper and ashtrays, the random boxes are shoved into a corner, and he's spread a blanket out, picnic-style. One box, which MYSTERIOUSLY smells like pie, is sitting on the dresser ( ... )
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[Well, he could always write with the communicator, but it's not the same.]
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