victory_road | 53rd Recipe [Text, Goldenrod City]

Ugh, you've got to be kidding me.
I'm really sorry for dropping off the face of...this planet? I didn't go home, I just...
I've been sick. With what, I can't tell.
Yes, I've been to the doctor, and no, they don't know either. Apparently it seemed like I had mono, but considering I haven't been in intimate contact with anyone in the capacity to get mono from someone in my entire life, it can't actually be mono.
But I've felt absolutely horrid for all of September, so I've kind of been limiting my contact outside my house, and then I was too tired to post anything until recently...and I feel really awful, there were things I was supposed to be doing last month and I couldn't get it running like I thought I could...

Bluh. Long story short, I was sick. Not so sick anymore. Still going to limit face-to-face contact with people for a little bit just to be safe and I should be completely fine by Halloween.
Hopefully.
I happen to like this time of year, and I want to enjoy myself, goshdangit!

Um, so...have I missed anything?

((OOC: hey life hit the poop out of me but JANE'S HERE...tell her things if you wish. Even if you don't know who she is.))

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Goodness, that sounds awful, but I'm glad you're on the mend. Do you need anything, Jane?

Just having people to talk to - and the energy to respond - is enough for now.
I love my Pokemon, but conversation with them and conversation with other people is completely different, and often one-sided.

I know the feeling, here and back home. I used to have a quartet of mice; it's a long story, but we had developed a form of telepathy with each other. And before I let myself open up to the other Paladins, they and my advisor Coran were my main companions.

[She still misses them all. And it's tiny, but she's come a LONG way from saying "before I was a true member of the team," thinking she needed to hold herself apart as their commander, as the only one aside from Coran who wasn't from Earth, someone that belonged. It feels good, knowing that she always did.]

[awww allura ;A; ]

I...will just choose to suspend skepticism and remember that telepathic mice, in this world at least, is an actual viable possibility, ergo not exactly outlandish somewhere else.

But...yeah, it's a lot like that. Or like how I used to only be able to communicate with my friends via text.

To be fair, it's still unique in my world as well. It was a very specific set of circumstances.

[Said circumstances being stowing away in Allura's cryo-stasis pod for ten thousand years.]

Long distance?

[The "or...?" is invisible.]

Yes, in a manner of speaking.
It really was just distance between Jake and I, but when it came to Roxy and Dirk, there were also centuries involved?
Literal time and space tomfoolery that, for reasons, could be bridged by a chat client.
Somehow it was both easier and harder when all you had to know a person was text on a screen.

Interesting. And... oddly familiar. I think I've told you before, but I'm originally from ten thousand years in the past from when I first met Shiro, Keith, Romelle, and the rest of our team.

[Or well... plus or minus ambiguity to the wording.]

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