Who: Regulus and Morag What: Morag passes out When: Sometime Saturday evening Why: Overwork Warnings: Doubtful Rating: Low, but TBD
Morag was nt sure how much was actually absorbing into her skull, or how long it had been since she was supposed to be at dinner. Meals were for people who had time to waste, and Morag did not have that luxury. She barely felt like she had enough time to breathe, let alone eat. Her plans for mplants surrounded her, along with dark, esteric tets, and page after page of notes written in her natural mish-mash of the languages she was most comfortable with, completely incomprehensible to anyone without her language knowledge. A slight wave of dizziness overtook her as she re-inspected the Sumerian talisman she was trying to use as a deriving source. She didn't have time for weakness. She had been spending inordinate amounts of time in the library, far from her normal amount. These things needed to get done, and she only had about a year to do it.
She was trying to incorporate Arithmancy when her lack of sleep and food couples with overwork and exhaustiion got to her, and she passed out, slumping on top of her books in an uncomfortable position.