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"We attempted that. But omega got a bit... Zealious. This is the first time that any of us have been outside of a terminal and away from the ship." He stated with a slight shrug of his shoulder, looking at the director. "Is he alright? He's been throwing up for a really long time. Does he have alcohol poisoning again?" He questioned curiously.
I shrug it off. "He's fine. Trust me. He's been dry for about a month or so. He's just...dealing with some stuff." I answer, looking back over at 'Alpha'. Well this is...weird. I'm talking to myself, but....I'm not. "So why don't you go talk to him?"
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
"My time is limited, the switch is very power consuming. We are all surprised that we've maintained this long." He stated with a nod of his head, looking himself over to see a bit of the cobalt coloring had dimmed down.
He nodded a bit as he looked at alpha. "Its a coding glitch by the way. With audio. Its suppose to be the sound of a crackling fire, but the coding is unfinished thats what creates the noise." He stated before the cobalt color vanished completely and m374 stumbled back a bit, gripping and shaking his head.
With the Director and the Counselor finally finished vomiting in the corner, I tilt my head. Fire...? Huh...makes sense for Sigma, I guess, but...why does it mess with his head so much?
----------☤John Watson☤---------- ❝We can't giggle, it's a crime scene!❞
_ ❤ _ ✟ _ ⊹ _ ☺ _ ❝We solve crimes, I blog about it, he forgets his pants.❞ Signature By Crimson_Raven
Aiden coughed heavily when his stomach finally stopped heaving so much, allowing himself to sit back on the little cot. "What the... What the heck?" He mumbled.