Katie (weallfalldown) wrote in oblivionrp, @ 2009-03-24 05:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | katie, megan, peter, rita |
happy freaking new year
Who: Open to any and all at the medical station :)
When: Around 10-11 pm
Where The medical station
Katie could not remember the last time she had been so. Sodding. Miserable. Likely it was two Christmases ago, when she had flown to London and woken up from sedation on the way there. Needless to say, Katie didn't do well in airplanes, and her claustrophobia had triggered such an awful panic attack that she'd passed out after hyperventilating. As awful and traumatic as it had been, she was thinking it may have been preferable. At least she'd passed out. Now? No such luck.
She'd never been on a boat before. At least, not at an age she could remember. Her father was big on sailing, but as soon as she was old enough to refuse to go she had. She hadn't expected it to affect her this way. She'd been fine up until today. And then...
Her stomach lurched again as the ship rocked. She had been sprawled out on a cot, with a cool cloth covering her face, but she scrambled for one of the blue 'personal waste' bags to heave again. She'd been here all evening. The medicine the doctor gave her hadn't touched it. She'd tried medicating herself into oblivion, and that had only made her stomach worse. Hours ago she had returned to the sickbay and pretty much refused to leave until she felt better. They pointed her towards a cot in the corner, and there she had stayed, all evening.
Once this was over, and she was off this oversized hunk of unsteady scrap metal, she would go home. She would put her entire staff through a polygraph. She would find the miserable wretch that had entered her name in this bloody contest, and she would rip their eyes out with her bare hands.
Luuuuurch.