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trans_92011-06-11 09:11 pm
governmentninja) wrote in trans_92011-06-11 09:11 pm
No pain... [Open]
So, the hostages had been rescued successfully and were recovering. The crew members affected by the clock were back to their proper age.
Sherry was back to her proper age. Something which was both a great relief and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time. He was glad she was back to being his little linefacer, but getting a chance to see her when she was so small, during all the years of her life that he hadn't been a part of.
At least he took plenty of pictures.
Though, while a couple of problems were solved, there were still plenty more to deal with. The map; whether or not the GIA set them up at NiSaris; the Ohm; replacing repodded personnel... Though he was taking a break from that now. Or was trying to, at least. Not an easy thing to do with a ton of stuff weighing on his mind.
To help clear his mind, he went down to the City (which reminded him, at some point, he needed suggest to the Council that they actually give the City a name), and at the moment was hanging upside down from a tall fence doing one sit up after another. He wasn't out of shape, still barely having an ounce of fat on him, and by no means rusty, but the rescue mission had made him realize he had been out of the field and behind a desk for too long. Being some distant, hands off executive wasn't his style. And whatever was about to come their way next, he'd need to be at his best to help.
Sherry was back to her proper age. Something which was both a great relief and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time. He was glad she was back to being his little linefacer, but getting a chance to see her when she was so small, during all the years of her life that he hadn't been a part of.
At least he took plenty of pictures.
Though, while a couple of problems were solved, there were still plenty more to deal with. The map; whether or not the GIA set them up at NiSaris; the Ohm; replacing repodded personnel... Though he was taking a break from that now. Or was trying to, at least. Not an easy thing to do with a ton of stuff weighing on his mind.
To help clear his mind, he went down to the City (which reminded him, at some point, he needed suggest to the Council that they actually give the City a name), and at the moment was hanging upside down from a tall fence doing one sit up after another. He wasn't out of shape, still barely having an ounce of fat on him, and by no means rusty, but the rescue mission had made him realize he had been out of the field and behind a desk for too long. Being some distant, hands off executive wasn't his style. And whatever was about to come their way next, he'd need to be at his best to help.
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"Have been you getting yourself settled back in?"
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"Seems like everybody I talk to tells me something new that I wasn't around for. But there's also about a million new people that I don't know so that's exciting."
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"Suppose it doesn't matter really, it'll all be different next week." he said with a shrug. "You had any lunch? I was thinking about hitting a sensorium and letting Stacy convince me that slop is a burger."
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Although, that did bring up an interesting thought.
"Does this mean I get to see you without the mask? Or do you have some special technique that allows you to eat through it?" Either way, he'd want to see.