Post Battle Exhaustion

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

1)

[Mad's lying down in the arboretum, trying to nap. Key phrase being TRYING. That mission she went on went wrong in so many ways and had far too many eyeballs for this hero to even get the chance to drift off... and HOW the HELL did those invaders turn themselves into FREAKING PUPPIES?!]

Argh... shit's messed up...

2)

[Mad's looking through the part of the Hangar where several of the weapons are kept. She's pondering... Maria needed more firepower. A lot more. But what to pick out?]

Man... times like this I wish I actually learned more about these things than their fucking controls...

[Because at this rate... if Mad did this by herself she'd probably end up smashing her own things.]

Where's that Lowe guy when you need 'em?

Comments

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

'Course I'm alright! Why wouldn't I be....

[Mad... sounded very unsure of herself here... it was VERY CLEARLY not an honest answer.. heck even Mad could hear how bad it sounded...]

fuck.

[emorangerpink]

The medics should be able to give you something. To help you sleep without dreaming. It... helps to get some distance from it, to not have it there every time you close your eyes.

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

...I..

[Mad was VERY hesitant about seeing any sort of medical practitioner. She really was.]

I'll... think about it... thanks...

[emorangerpink]

You're welcome. I'd offer to talk about it, but talking or dwelling on it is the last thing you probably need.

How are you liking the Dom?

[brokenaesop.livejournal.com]

Maria.

[Mad corrected Laura with a deadpan tone.]

She's doing great...I.. hell... for a mook... she's actually helping me out a bit more than the Gear ever did...

[emorangerpink]

Those machines fought a war. She may not have a lot of frills, but she'll teach you where your skills as a pilot lie, and that's important.