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dive_logs2012-02-24 10:54 pm
oni_no_ikkatsu) wrote in dive_logs2012-02-24 10:54 pm
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Who: Satsuma and others (Inquire)
What: Passing out on a wooded trail isn't the best idea.
When: February 15th, into the 19th
Where: Albion, later Sanctity
Satsuma liked to think he was a patient man. He had his moments, but really, who didn't feel rushed or impatient sometimes?
And normally, he'd be content to sit down with a new device, its instruction sheet, and study how it worked until he got the hang of it. A lot of people were impressed that someone his age could actually be patient enough to do that.
Unfortunately? This was not one of those moments.
Kudamon had lost consciousness at least half a mile back, and Satsuma's own awareness was threatening to blink out at any given moment. He at least knew he had to use his D-Comm to contact assistance...but whatever this was, this thing that was colored and labeled just the same, it seemed to taunt him with use if he could just figure out how to make it work.
Why, he'd never admit that he came dangerously close to just smacking the thing until it did something.
He was probably in the middle of ranting as he finally got into *something* that resembled messaging, hoping that whatever he was saying was actually making it through to anyone. In fact, he wasn't even really aware of what he was saying, as even his own words seemed like a distant echo.
If he just laid down...never mind it was a wooded trail, or what was on the ground...if he just rested only a moment, maybe his head would clear itself again...
Just a little bit...a little bit of rest here wouldn't hurt...
What: Passing out on a wooded trail isn't the best idea.
When: February 15th, into the 19th
Where: Albion, later Sanctity
Satsuma liked to think he was a patient man. He had his moments, but really, who didn't feel rushed or impatient sometimes?
And normally, he'd be content to sit down with a new device, its instruction sheet, and study how it worked until he got the hang of it. A lot of people were impressed that someone his age could actually be patient enough to do that.
Unfortunately? This was not one of those moments.
Kudamon had lost consciousness at least half a mile back, and Satsuma's own awareness was threatening to blink out at any given moment. He at least knew he had to use his D-Comm to contact assistance...but whatever this was, this thing that was colored and labeled just the same, it seemed to taunt him with use if he could just figure out how to make it work.
Why, he'd never admit that he came dangerously close to just smacking the thing until it did something.
He was probably in the middle of ranting as he finally got into *something* that resembled messaging, hoping that whatever he was saying was actually making it through to anyone. In fact, he wasn't even really aware of what he was saying, as even his own words seemed like a distant echo.
If he just laid down...never mind it was a wooded trail, or what was on the ground...if he just rested only a moment, maybe his head would clear itself again...
Just a little bit...a little bit of rest here wouldn't hurt...