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[Texas Joker 52]

-Sheska-

When Isaac spoke up next, Sheska's eyes widened in horror.

"From the looks of things, something's right.".

She suddenly glared and leaned forward, even though deep down she felt a surge of pleasure at his approval. The fact he knew, however, was problematic. "You tell no one, you hear me? Keep it to yourself!', she hissed, keeping her voice low.

Then she heard Jason.

"Good morning, you listless sods!".

She leaned back and did her best to look like she normally did: Irritable and ready to bark out an insult or order at a moments notice. Thankfully, it wasn't hard.

"Wow, Isaac. You look like shit. Something happen? Sheska. You're looking... upbeat. How are things?".

"How in the blue hell am I looking upbeat? I'm missing an arm, I'm in pain, my stitches itch, and I had a bloody nightmare.", she said, reaching up and rubbing her temple.

Of course, all of that was true. But, it didn't include the fact that she had been seduced by a drunken Captain Beth, resulting in a spectacular night that far surpassed any of her recurring wet dreams concerning her. And, for some reason, just about everyone could tell that just that happened.

How the hell was she that obvious?

 

[3quency]

"You tell no one, you hear me? Keep it to yourself!"

Isaac shot Sheska a you know me better than that stare as he spotted Jason approaching.

"Wow, Isaac. You look like shit. Something happen?"
Isaac smiled sleepily at Jason. He'd always kind of liked the guy. Sure they never talked much but Jason didn't bandy about his words. And for an introvert like Isaac that suited him down to the ground.

"More like sleep didn't. Off to try get some now."

He stifled a yawn and sipped more of the coffee. Probably not the best of ideas considering he was planning on getting some sleep, but the bitter taste was refreshing in it's own way.

"How's the engine damage?"

 

[Arcanist]

"How in the blue hell am I looking upbeat? I'm missing an arm, I'm in pain, my stitches itch, and I had a bloody nightmare."

'Yea, nightmare. I'm sure something that would scar any who observed it happened last night. Well, if you don't want to talk about it, that works for me. The longer you play coy, the better my chances of winning my bet.' He rolled his eyes dismissively, turning his full attention to Isaac.

"How's the engine damage?"

"Not as bad as it could be. The engine itself is fine, but the starboard rotor will need to be replaced when we next make port." Jason took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one, making sure to savor its taste. It would be the last pack he'd have until they docked in Helium City.

"Speaking of port, Isaac, I was wondering - I've put it upon myself to get this ship ready for another engagement with those sodding Imps. You have anything in mind? I don't think it's boasting to say I'm one of the best machinists not currently kissing Victor's ass, so just say anything that comes to mind."

 

[3quency]

"Speaking of port, Isaac, I was wondering - I've put it upon myself to get this ship ready for another engagement with those sodding Imps. You have anything in mind? I don't think it's boasting to say I'm one of the best machinists not currently kissing Victor's ass, so just say anything that comes to mind."

Isaac shrugged.
"Not exactly my strong point. Some hidden weapon caches maybe?"
Isaac would have loved to suggest building more hidey-holes and secret compartments into the interiors, but obviously they were restricted here, both with time and money.

WHat's more, it could lead to some awkward questions as to where he'd picked the idea up from...

 

[hiei82]

Adrianna tried to listen to what the doctor and Garrett were discussing, but found most of the words escaping her. Strangely, she didn't really care. She didn't feel like she cared about much of anything, despite the fact she knew something important had happened.

"What was it...?" she muttered aloud, just below her breath as she lay back on the bed. "Something about a ship... and a fire... and..." she started to say, before the final effect of the morphine - the sleep inducing property to be precise - came into effect, and she slipped into a drug induced light, peaceful slumber, still dressed in the blood stained uniform of the battle some time ago.

It was a good dream; Garrett featured prominently.
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Some time later - the next morning if the light trough the small window was any sign - She awoke with a start. "THE FIRE!" she called out, shooting to a sitting position - that's what had been so important! Swiftly remembering that the battle (and likely the fire with it) was over - thanks in no small part to the dull throbbing pain in her side - she calmed down quickly enough, and instead tried to get a grasp of her surroundings. She found herself unable to see clearly in the sudden state of consciousness, and called out "Is any one there?"; hoping to get some idea of what had happened since the doctor had given her the injection of... something.

This was why she hated medicine.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Beth woke up with a headache, one that was actually worse than the one she had yesterday. She groaned and rolled over on her back, for some reason she had been laying at the side of the bed, with one hand on the floor.

Ugh, fuck me... She put a hand over her face and was happy that there were no windows in her cabin. Any sunlight would have been torturous. Waking up with a hangover two days in a row was harsh enough. If it hadn't been for Farthing, she would have drunk a little, mourned her crew and fallen asleep. He had been good company though, and she enjoyed drinking with friends.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there, just hoping that the headache would cease. It gave her a chance to think. How had she ended up in her bed..? It wasn't the first time she had lost memories in a drunken haze. Why did her cabin smell differently? It smelled of sweat, rum and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Usually it smelled of wood and rum.

The headache didn't stop, it even felt like it worsened. She rolled to the side of the bed and put her feet on the floor. Her dress wasn't folded up or hung over the chair, it was thrown on the floor, among shattered pieces of glass. Her goggles was on the floor as well. Someone needed to clean this up, unfortunately that would be her. She couldn't order her crew to do it.

Beth got dressed in a clean blue dress, not that different from the one thrown on the floor and spent ten minutes trying to get her goggles to keep her hair up. When she had done that she stumbled out into the hallway and stopped outside Samuel's cabin. She knocked on the door, but not very hard or loudly as she didn't want to make a lot of noise. Both for her own sake and for any patients he may have.

"I need something against hangover, doc..." She said, but it was not much more than a whisper.

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Sheska-

When Izzy and Jason started to talk about what they might need concerning the next time they ran into Imps, Sheska decided that that was the perfect time to slip away, and see Sam about another dose of morphine, and something to keep her stitches from itching so damn much. Judging from the look Izzy gave her a few moments ago, he would keep his suspicions to himself, but she would still have to tell Beth he knew. She wasn't looking forward to that.

When she stepped below deck, she spotted Beth herself right outside Sam's quarters, looking like death warmed over. She suddenly kicked herself mentally. Of course, after being as drunk as she was last night, she had to have been suffering from the God of All Hangovers right about then. Frowning in concern, she quietly walked over and put a hand on Beth's shoulder.

"I need something against hangover, doc...".

Well shit. She couldn't remember seeing Beth suffering just that much from a hangover. "Here, lets get you fixed up, Cap'n. Lean on me.", she said in a hush murmur, worry plastered over her face as she opened the door and helped Beth in.

"Oi, Sam! Get over here, the Cap'n needs your hangover remedy. Make it double, she looks like she's going through hell.", she hissed softly, doing her best to not aggravate the headache that she was sure her new lover was suffering from.

Leading her over to the nearest chair, she gently helped Beth sit down. "There. You sit, I'll make sure Sam gets you what you need. You'll feel right as rain soon, trust me.", she said softly, looking Beth in the eye and frowning even more.

 

[blaze96]

Samuel walked out from behind the partition where he actually kept his room.

'Ok now I know those two are definitely together. That much concern is far more than first mate relation or even a good friendship. Especially when taken with what happened yesterday and the fact Sheska and Beth shared the bedroom.' He thought as he grabbed a glass of water and a syringe of morphine, making sure to properly prepare everything. He handed the water to her right side before rolling up the sleeve on her left.

"Drink the water, it will help with the dehydration you are suffering." He said at a normal tone before injecting her with the morphine.

"I used the minimum dose but seeing as you are hungover not stabbed or shot it should work wonders." He actually noticed the new scar on Beth. It matched the one on her future self.

"I need to have a word with both of you, now." He said before pulling out the file on future Beth and laying it in front of Beth with a mirror as well.

"I noted a scar not on you on your future self. Now you have the same scar. I made note of it in the report. History appears to have begun repeating itself." He said with a strange combination of worry, fear, and excitement strangely enough.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Beth glared angrily at Sheska. If kissing her twice caused this reaction, then she was glad she hadn't taken it further yet. There weren't many awake in the room, but the doctor knew by now. She hoped he could remain quiet, but that kind of came with his line of work, right?

"Get out and go do your job. Now." Her whisper was filled with poison, aimed at Sheska. She better listen, or they would have a problem. One that switching the chain of command might be the only solution to, she couldn't have a first mate who doted on her and didn't follow orders. It would be meaningless.

She drank the water Samuel handed her, and got injected with the morphine, not like she had a choice about the latter anyway. The pain subsided.

"I noted a scar not on you on your future self. Now you have the same scar. I made note of it in the report. History appears to have begun repeating itself."

He must be refering to where she had been shot yesterday. She had joked about it, but it didn't mean she hadn't been badly grazed by a bullet.

"I wouldn't have thrown my life away for nothing. If she believed that I could change the future, then so will I." She said, trying to remain confident, but feeling chills along her back.

Beth would rather not think about it.

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Sheska-

Sheska was taken aback by the glare Beth aimed at her, but after a moment she knew why: She was being too worried, and damn if she couldn't help it. But it was her whisper once she sat down that made her flinch visibly.

"Get out and go do your job. Now.".

The words dripped with venom, causing Sheska's gold eyes to grow cold, and she felt a little hurt. "Right, Captain.", she said softly, her voice devoid of emotion.

Turning, she strode out, closing the door behind her quietly, then she went to the top deck. She was an idiot. The Captain was a big girl and didn't need her help, and had surely dealt with hangovers before. But damnit, she wanted to help, and show support somehow.

After a moment, her anger deflated. Well, Beth had a good reason to glare at her. The crew wasn't supposed to know, and if she was obvious just walking around, then doting on her was like putting up a fucking advertisement. Shit, I don't think I can do this. I'm no good when it comes to leading some sort of double life. I tried it as a kid and failed, and now? Shit., she thought, sighing as she scratched the back of her head and rubbed her wound, which was still in intense pain.

She forgot to ask Sam for more morphine. But she shook her head and started getting to work, deciding that now was not the best time to be in close proximity to Beth at all. Best to work through the pain.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

Garrett had stayed awhile after Vasco had excused himself from the Admiral's cabin, he wanted to make sure that Adrianna had gone to sleep properly, and not come under any problems due to her injuries. He noticed that Adrianna was busy talking to herself, most likely about the previous battle, before the final part of the morphine injection kicked in, sending her to a peaceful slumber.

Looking around the cabin, Garrett realised what a state it was in. Despite not being in her service as a butler, Garrett had cleaned up this room on several occasions. He almost tripped up on Adrianna's greatcoat whilst tidying. After a while though, everything was looking presentable, just the way she would want it. Garrett soon made his way over to his sleeping lover, thinking it as slightly cute regarding the way she slept.

"Rest easy now my love, and have yourself pleasant dreams. Tomorrow is a new day, and we will be one step closer to our goal." Garrett then gave Adrianna a kiss on the cheek, and upon feeling the onset of sleep approaching, retired to his own cabin for the night, extinguishing the lights as he went.
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Spoiler: Echo of the Future...

As he slept, Garrett could hear a voice in his head, calling him, it felt familiar, but he was unsure as to who it was. Upon opening his eyes, he found himself no longer on the Invincible; he in fact wasn't even sure where he was at all. From what he could see, it was a featureless expanse that stretched out ad infinitum; and a grey mist partially covered the landscape, although he could feel his feet were on what he presumed to be a floor.

It was then that the voice spoke again, although this time it was more clearer and defined. The voice sounded like it was female.

So, thats what you looked like when you was younger, can't say you looked too bad; rather handsome in a way. Least you can say that you aged well. The woman said in a curious tone of voice, ending with a rather girlish giggle.

Who are you, and how do you know me? I take it then that your from the future, given the way in which you spoke. Garrett asked in a concerned voice, wondering who it was. At that moment, a body began appearing from the mist; it was that of a young woman, roughly twenty at a glance. Her eyes were a mixture of deep violet, and a pale colour. The hair was dark like Garrett's, and she wore what could be described as pirate clothing, although a bit more refined.

Spoiler: Just Who Are You...

And smart as well, good to see you were as insightful then as you are now. Relax Garrett, I am by no means a threat, in fact you are part of the reason I am here talking to you now, there is another, but I don't want to spoil who it is. The woman said cheekily, showing a childish grin whilst she was at it.

Wow, you look rather rather pretty despite the attire. Something about you though seems familiar, though I'm not quite sure what it is. This caused the lady to blush.

Thanks, it means alot coming from you Garrett. Always there for me, even at times when I thought there wasn't anyone. Anyway, thats not why I am here. I came to give you a warning, but you could interpret it as advice. The two of you have to stay alive throughout this coming mission. It'll show that you're meant to be.

But just who are you Garrett asked, still confused by what is happening.

I can't say, like I said, don't want to give away the surprise just yet. Anyway; gotta go now, although it was nice meeting you.

And as quickly as it came, the world turned back to darkness, and Garrett continued to slumber.

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It was in the morning when Garrett woke from sleep, the light not having reached his side of the ship. His head still reeling from that encounter in dreamland.

'Just who was that woman? How did she know me? And who is this other person she referred to?' He asked himself after changing into some fresher clothes, and walked along the corridors of the ship. Up on deck, there was a few crewmembers already at their posts, tending to their duties, although no sign of Annis to give them orders, though he had a feeling that she'd be up soon.

"Is anyone there?" A voice called out in distress. From the sounds of it, Adrianna had woken up. Garrett carefully walked into the room, signalling a few of the other crewman to be on standby in case of an emergency.

"I said, is anybody there." Adrianna called out again, sounding more desperate as her vision was taking a while to focus; as he she slowly moved from out of her bedroom. She would have fallen over if not for Garrett's timely assist.

"Who... who is there?" Adrianna asked, sounding scare that she was being held by someone. Her vision soon came into focus, and saw that it was Garrett smiling down on her.

"Oh, Garre- I mean Mr. Corvus, thank you for catching me. Blast that doctor, what was in that injection he gave me yesterday?" Adrianna asked, her voiced definitely raised.

"For the most part it was just morphine, though I have a feeling that there was something to help you sleep in it as well."

 

[Arcanist]

"Not exactly my strong point. Some hidden weapon caches maybe?"

"With all the other planned renovations, that's going to be pretty low priority. If we're boarded, we'll either be armed or we won't - and in either case, having hidden weapons won't help much." Jason turned back to Sheska, wondering if she'd become any less irritable, only to see she'd managed to slip away while they where talking. He took out another cigarette and lit it, taking in a deep draught. "Oh, that's the stuff. Well, I should get back to work, and you look like you need some sleep. See you 'round."

He motioned to enter the hold, but stopped before he made his way there, turning back. "Oh, but before I forget - if you see Jess or Sam on your way up, tell them to find me in the engine room. I need to talk with them." With that, he left, cigarette smoke trailing behind him.

 

[blaze96]

"I believe that as well captain but we should be aware if we are going back down the same path, and comparing your physical to state to that of the autopsy may be the key to that." He replied as he took the file and closed it, getting her another glass of water.

"I suggest you remain hydrated, it will help with what you are feeling. Other than that your hangover will really pass in time."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

"I believe that as well captain but we should be aware if we are going back down the same path, and comparing your physical to state to that of the autopsy may be the key to that."

How are we possible going to change it even if we are going down the same road? It needed to be thought about. She drank his water, and stood up, since she couldn't stay here all day, even if she had a hangover. The hangover was her own fault, drinking because others had died didn't bring them back, though their deaths was on her as well.

Beth sighed, then she turned to the doctor and whispered; "Probably best if you keep, you know what, to yourself for now." Did she mean Sheska and her own weird behavior lately or the scar? Maybe both.

She left his cabin and headed up on deck. They were getting closer to Helium City, a few other airships and the railroad below was a sure sign of that. The ships gave her an idea, one of them must be easy enough for them to board and take over. Not all of them were well armed, some were simple trade ships.

"Hmm.." Checking her pocket watch, she saw that the time was a quarter past ten. "The captain needs a spyglass!" One of her crewmembers threw her one, which she catched. She used it to get a closer look of the three ships they could see. As long as they didn't enter Helium City, they didn't need to worry about breaking any agreements. Well, they were pirates, so why should she care? One of the ships looked like another pirate ship, but smaller, probably of the tigerfish class. She didn't like attacking pirates. It felt like attacking allies. The second ship was as large as the mermaid, but was probably filled with mercenaries protecting traders. The third ship was almost the same size as the first one. Its unique look told her it was owned by skyfolk.

Well, if they wanted to capture a ship before Helium City it was their best option. She had skyfolk in her crew, but they only meant to capture the ship, not slaughter its entire crew.

Beth walked over to the helm and the woman handed the wheel to her. Farthing had chosen her to take the wheel, because apparently none of the officers had been around. What the hell?

"Attention crew, prepare to board and capture. Eddie ready the port side cannons, but don't go trigger happy... Kind of want the ship intact." She steered the mermaid towards their new target.

If everything goes well, we might be in Helium City by tonight.

Why did she have the feeling she'd wake up with another damn hangover tomorrow? The morphine worked decently, but she wasn't fond of the sunlight right now or the desert heat.

 

[Texas Joker 52]

-Sheska-

Sheska handed off the line she was hauling when she heard the Captain make an announcement.

"Attention crew, prepare to board and capture. Eddie ready the port side cannons, but don't go trigger happy... Kind of want the ship intact.".

Board and capture? She rushed to the railing, and sure enough, there were several airships out there, and it looked like The Mermaid was readying to approach one of the smaller of the three ships she could pick out.

She swore under her breath. She hated knowing that she wasn't likely to be leading the boarding this time, which would be the first time for quite awhile. All because she had gotten too reckless before, dropped her guard. And lost her damn arm.

It burned at her pride, made her feel weak and useless. But if nothing else, she could gather the boarding party that would go over. Glancing over, she saw the bear-like Morgan securing some of the cannons. Morgan was essentially Farthings larger shadow, usually accompanying the shorter and much slighter man. Morgan was soft spoken and gentle with it, at least outside of a fight. He was also the largest Skyfolk man she had ever seen, and was the ships best cook.

Striding over, she lightly smacked the side of his arm with the back of her hand. "Oi, Morgan. I'll want you on that boarding party, make sure to strong-arm anyone who doesn't take kindly to pirates taking over.", she said, before frowning and glancing around.

"Where's Farthing?", she asked.

The giant of a man turned and jabbed a finger to the stairs that went below. "Nursing a hangover, drank too much rum.", he said quietly, and she huffed.

"Of course. Everyone and their brother is nursing a hangover today. Well, get ready to board. I won't be leading, so that's up to you.", she said.

She went around and gathered the rest of the best fighters from the surviving crew, and made sure to let them know that they were to follow Morgan's lead. Then she went to the helm and nodded to the Captain. "Boarding party's ready, Cap'n Beth. Morgan's waiting to lead them over, take it nice and neat. Ships as good as ours.", she said, though there was a hint of bitterness in her voice at the fact she wasn't at the head of the boarding party itself.

 

[3quency]

-Annis-

The worst part of the morning check-up was the itch.

Vasco had to check over the mask, prodding and poking at it with his tools and instruments, checking for wear and tear. Doubly so after incidents such as yesterday's running battle.
And those instruments caused some outlying piece of metal in the mask to start brushing against the sides of her neck. And it itched. Annis couldn't do a single thing about it, and presumably if Vasco could he would have done so already.

Her thoughts returned to the fight. It had been messy. Not just in the expected fashion of a battle with such a chaotic enemy, but just... sloppy. The crew hadn't been prepared for an encounter. Hadn't expected one so soon out of harbour.

That was a belief that needed drilling out of them. And the Rear-Admiral... Annis hadn't seen her or reported to her since yesterday. She'd entered the cabin briefly to give her damage report, but Lanester clearly hadn't been in the condition to receive it. It didn't look as if she was too badly wounded, but enough that Exeter would have the ship until she was ready to reassume command.

Hopefully today. Annis found it hard to imagine a ship working well under the unkempt first-mate's hand.

"Are you quite finished?" Annis asked, not for the first time. She knew what the answer would be, but she was feeling impatient today. There was still so much to do before the ship was back to what Annis considered a decent working order.

And with any luck, the Rear-Admiral would be up to actually giving some orders.



-Isaac-

"Attention crew, prepare to board and capture. Eddie ready the port side cannons, but don't go trigger happy... Kind of want the ship intact.".
The intercom message snapped Isaac back into the waking world.
He looked around the room. He'd passed out in his chair again, and the dregs of the coffee were splashed across the floor almost like a rorschach blot. His tiny gramophone was hissing slightly as the needle bounced against the finished record. He stumbled up from the chair and set the needle down, putting the record away with his collection.

He had a surprising amount of music in his tiny room. He'd gained quite a taste for the various free-wheeling pirate bands on his travels and more than one of them had actually taken the time and effort to record some songs, that he picked up wherever he could. He thumbed through them briefly, each carrying a memory of the place and the person, and what he'd been doing with them (or to them in the earlier memories). He paused briefly on his prized piece - the only song ever recorded by The Musician.

He'd never learned her name. There hadn't been time, in between hiding from his Chuno Ggun handlers and working every waking moment to break their mental hold over him. After the process was done, she'd disappeared. This was all she had left him. He'd listened to the song thousands of times, but if it held any secrets about his rescuer he'd not found them. Maybe if he bothered Jason about it he'd find something, but that would mean letting someone else on the crew know about his past.

Right, boarding. As always, there was only so much Isaac could do in combat. But if they were going to capture the ship, they'd need a spotter to follow the subtler movements of the enemy vessel. So up he went.

As he made his way through the ship, Isaac couldn't help but think about the captain.
If he'd been worried about her before, he was doubly so now. She was drinking more, and the toll was showing. She was getting rattier with the crew too. Or rather, rattier with Isaac. She'd always been a little disappointed that he couldn't handle himself in a fight, but that had never gone to outright frustration like it clearly had yesterday.

There'd been a bad feeling in the crew ever since setting out on this strange journey. But that feeling hadn't reached Isaac until now.

 

[Terratina.]

Vasco watched the sunlight creep into his quarters as the sun rose. After treating Lanester, he had gone into his quarters and worked through the night by lamplight, scribbling down and crossing out words, amending the medical reports as needed. So much had happened in the battle, and Vasco scowled at the sheer amount of additions and subtractions that marred the pages. He set the fountain pen down, finished. Vasco started his day as normal and descended into the sick bay.

As always, where Vasco went, Annis followed - as least where her check-ups were concerned. It was almost an automatic process now, all it was took was a quick check over of the apparatus. Prodding and probing, checking for any sign of weakness within the metal while Annis' eyes solemnly stared ahead in nothingness. After looking over the underbelly of the mask, he noticed that an outlying strip of metal was irritating Annis and he quickly went over to the more underused section of the sick bay, where different bits of apparatus lay for the maintenance of Annis' mask. One such thing was the welder, which he would use shortly. He picked up a thin strip of metal, he then bend the misbehaving bit inwards and used the welder to imprison it where it would not irritate Annis. This development led him to an idea still submerged in the back of his brain - an upgrade. The mask was showing wear at an exponential rate, compared to when it was still shiny and new. A complete replacement was in order.

The same question came around again, "Are you quite finished?"

The same answer came back again, albeit with a twist, "A complete recovery is better than a rushed one, Annis and... you still have a wound that needs attending to as well" Vasco said while turning towards the it and began to tend it, "The mask needs replacing soon, anyhow... I would estimate a replacement when be ready near or at the end of this mission."

From where he stood, Vasco checked over the patients for any sign of infection or a change for the worst in their condition. All was well, except for the snoring that tested Vasco's patience. He was snapped out of deep concentration by a knock on the door. He opened it to find a slightly tidier Exeter. Doctor Roque scowled once again behind the mask, no matter what he wore, Exeter would always been viewed in disdain.

"Please come in." He said, greeting the man with a polite tone,

 

[blaze96]

"Of course ma'am, doctor patient confidentiality stretches to all things." He said before she left, dropping a small hint he had figured out what had happened but wasn't about to say anything about it in any case.

Samuel heard the call to board and immediately grabbed his bag and pistol and moved to be just below the top deck. He knew he wouldn't be part of the first wave if he boarded at all, but he would need to be close to the action in case anything should happen.

'Opportunities come a mile a minute when one is on a pirate ship.' He thought to himself as he checked to make sure he had everything he might need.

 

[hiei82]

"For the most part it was just morphine, though I have a feeling that there was something to help you sleep in it as well." Garrett responded to her inquiry.

Adrianna reached up to her head - which was pounding like a drum - and rubbed her temples; relieving some of the pressure. "Remind me to never be injured again; I do not believe i will survive the treatment." she said, standing up from the bed without much delay. Unlike the previous day, the pain in her side was much more tolerable; reduced from a burning hot needle in her side to a dull aching that merely never ceased.

She was about to begin asking Garrett for all the details she had missed in her slumber, when she noticed her ghastly apparel. In her morphine induced state of mind, she had apparently opted to remain in the blood stained uniform of the previous day. Grabbing her coat and another uniform, she placed the two items atop the dressing divider where she could change into them when there were less Garrett's in the room - she was after all a lady of some modesty.

While she did this, she began her questioning. Seeing no one else around, she opted for the less formal form of conversation with her lover. "Garrett; so what did I miss in my... unbecoming state?" she asked, trying not to remember the injury or the morphine that followed.

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"Remind me to never be injured again; I do not believe I will survive the treatment." Adrianna said as she stood up, rubbing the temples of her head to relieve some of the pain. She looked as though she was about to ask Garrett something, but then realised she was still wearing the blood stained uniform from yesterday.

"Duly noted m'lady." Garrett responded with as Adrianna grabbed her greatcoat and a spare uniform as she moved behind a dresser divider so that he couldn't see her change; retaining some of her modesty. He had on previous occasions caught a flash of bare skin from her more private areas, but nothing that was worth wanting at the time. Whilst he waited, Garrett began to whistle a tune.

'Ah well Garrett, maybe some day you'll get your chance to see it all.' He thought to himself as Adrianna asked a question; although the tone of her voice was a lot less formal than usual.

"Garrett; so what did I miss in my... unbecoming state?"

"Not much I'm afraid. Managed to grab a report from Mrs. Annis. You'll be pleased to know that at the time, a majority of the fire damage has been attended to. All the fires are out, and the damage was being repaired. She expected to have a more fuller report from her engineers within the hour. Once she knew more, she was going to report to you in person, but seeing as though that you were not in a state to be seen to, I believe she has held off for a while." Garrett responded with in a nonchalant kind of manner. He then waited for a few moments before asking a question of his own.

"Not to intrude, but do you need a hand with anything in there? Promise I won't look anywhere indecent, unless of course you permit me to."