They knock on the door to Malcolm’s office in the early afternoon. They have a journal in their hand, a few pages filled with as much information as they can remember from the shipwreck.
They had felt disconnected, but the feeling had been more concrete than they had expected. It had taken up space in their body, both empty and heavy. They wish they could see it on their orb, but that will have to wait until after the port, if it happens at all.
Spam, counseling offices, forward-dated to 11/6
They knock on the door to Malcolm’s office in the early afternoon. They have a journal in their hand, a few pages filled with as much information as they can remember from the shipwreck.
They had felt disconnected, but the feeling had been more concrete than they had expected. It had taken up space in their body, both empty and heavy. They wish they could see it on their orb, but that will have to wait until after the port, if it happens at all.