Rollo's Quarters- Is it Therapy Time Yet?

Posted Jan. 15, 2021, 6:07 p.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay Bayes)

It was only one deck up to Zef’s quarters and Faye couldn’t even tell you how she got there. Did the ‘distance’ return? Or was her ability to remember things that badly impaired by all the whiskey? Ehh, oh well, it was what it was, wasn’t it. Faye chuckled to herself as that thought rolled through her mind.

She was supposed to do this anyway, so why not now? Faye reached out and pressed the chime, though her finger did rest on it a bit longer than was customary. she hadn’t checked the time, so she hadn’t known it was nearly 0400 hours.

If Faye had bothered to look at herself in the mirror, she might have ran a brush through her hair, or changed out of the black garment that Rollo herself had given her. Or maybe even put on some footwear.

But no. She smelled of whiskey and was rather dishevelled and… in bare feet.

Faye didn’t seem to notice.

~Faye Calloway

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