With a lot of her friends still locked in their cabins and the restless need to exhaust herself before bed for reasons we will not be thinking about because it will only make things worse, Erin has found herself back in the pattern of exploring the ship to fill her days. It reminds her of September, some, before she really knew anyone she felt comfortable intruding on.
(Though that's hardly the problem right now, is it?)
She scowls at herself and then stops when she catches a taste of agony on the air, throbbing and severe. That cannot be good. She picks up the pace, heavy boots clomping on the deck, and finds -
- Oh shit, new arrival.
"Are you hurt?" Erin calls out, face all concern. "Did someone jump you or -" she falters trying to find a list of alternate options.
There's.
There's been a lot of those alternate options so far.
1) Arrival (Early Afternoon November 2nd)
(Though that's hardly the problem right now, is it?)
She scowls at herself and then stops when she catches a taste of agony on the air, throbbing and severe. That cannot be good. She picks up the pace, heavy boots clomping on the deck, and finds -
- Oh shit, new arrival.
"Are you hurt?" Erin calls out, face all concern. "Did someone jump you or -" she falters trying to find a list of alternate options.
There's.
There's been a lot of those alternate options so far.