Who: Gaia and Galen What: Pestilence managed to miss Gaia, so while hiding out in the complex, she's imbibed some of her lovely cocaine and decided to be social. When: This evening Where: Ground floor of the complex Warning: Cocaine high, graphic language of the swearing and sexual nature from Gaia, and sex
Despite her use of illicit drugs, Gaia knew how to stagger her usage of them so she could stretch them out. After all, it wouldn't exactly be a good thing if she had to ask or find herself more drugs every couple weeks. True the stress of adjusting to a two thousand year jump in time was more than worth being on a constant high, Gaia wasn't about to exploit the kindness of others more than she had to. Though she was starting to run thin on what she did have. Perhaps once this outbreak of plague blew over she would ask Moriarty again. Though things would just be simpler if she could find her own contacts, but she was all ready aware that opium was not as popular in this day and age. Once she was a bit more comfortable with speaking English, she would seek out her own contacts, find her own ways to get opium. And she would perhaps also need to obtain cocaine, as she found she rather liked the effect that particular drug had on her.
Speaking of which, she had just used some cocaine. Closing her eyes, the feeling of the high was all ready working. She giggled a bit, wiping at her nose. She then carefully hid the remnants of cocaine she had, putting it with the remnants of her opium. After stashing her drugs safely away, Gaia grinned a bit and hummed, swaying her body a bit. It was times like these that she truly missed Lucretia's company. Or any company, really. While normally she was a social creature, Gaia had been keeping mostly to herself and Angel as she learned how to speak English. In essence, it wasn't a difficult concept. There were hard parts of the language for her to learn, but despite her incessant flirting with Angel, she was learning. She just hadn't exactly put conversational English with anyone else to the test just yet. But perhaps it was time she do so. Because clearly meeting people while high was an excellent plan. Especially when Pestilence was wreaking havoc on them all.
So exiting her room, Gaia made her way down the stairs to the ground floor. Glancing in the way the medbay was, she decided to avoid going that way. She didn't want to catch one of those diseases, thank you. Perhaps she would take a walk outside, get some fresh air. Which was a much better plan to do while high. At least she'd obtained a dress that was in the current style of clothing so she wouldn't exactly stick out like a sore thumb in her Roman dress that she'd shown up in. And for once, she was not wearing her wig. Her dark hair fell down her back, left loose and looking well-taken care of. Gaia was a vain creature, which was apparent in her make up and the gold bracelet, necklace, earrings and two rings she wore. Making her way to the front door, Gaia was humming a bit, unable to contain the smile on her lips.