[of our own device]

Who: Nisha and Seth
Where: Lounging by the Morning Star pool
When: Late morning

If the activities director came back around again to stand in Nisha's light and ask her why she wasn't partaking in the ridiculous water activities that would only end in tears, Nisha might just throw her drink in her face. It was one of those days where she was contented just lying there getting her Vitamin D, drinking lovely sweet icy cocktails in peace. Of course every, oh, thirty minutes - so far - the activities director came by her stretcher and asked her to come join the others. Nisha didn't want to, Nisha didn't think anybody else wanted to, and Nisha's body wasn't so much for moving at the moment. In fact, the only body part that was moving was her arm to get the drink and put it back on the table.

When Nisha saw the activities director bothering some more people who were doing the same she was, she scoffed. "Oh for fuck's sake. I mean, is her pay in proportion with how hard she tries?"

July 9^th, 2013.
Tuesday.

Weather Report: Sunny, hot, gorgeous. Normal day in the desert.

Staff Briefings: None yet.

Daily Events: The activities director from hell is at it again, trying to get people to attend pool activities in the morning star pool. Everything from pool volleyball to a Marco Polo tournament. Yeah, that's a great idea. Take a bunch of strangers with violent issues and ask them to paw at each other blindly. That's gonna go over great.