Where did my long weekend go?
Jul. 6th, 2014 09:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
estiroseSo, now I have to retidy my house so that I can get HVAC contractor(s) in to give me bids. I took the house apart looking for my test materials for Monday's test.
At least looking where I was on Dots and trying to catch up.
Also, had long meeting at church to determine what we are doing as we go into suspend.
On the other hand, I'm now very relaxed.
Sometimes people came. Mostly the Troopers or scientists, to feed him or to poke at him. But sometimes the head of Yggdrasill came to talk to him about his experiences and to tell him that it was for the best; he and Kaito needed to be protected now that their time as Yggdrasill's guinea pigs had come to an end. Keep them out of trouble as the world fell apart.
Somehow, he kept all of them from finding the keycard and Lockseeds that DJ Sagara had given him. Occasionally, he tried reaching to the keypad, in hopes that he'd be able to unlock his door. But he hadn't been able to, not yet, no matter how much he tried. He'd been treated more than once for sprained muscles under the scientist Dr. Sengoku, who had looked at him with raised eyebrows and injected him with things that he wouldn't explain.
He was going to escape from there someday, but he hadn't the foggiest idea how. But he wouldn't give up, because he couldn't give up. He was needed, and no amount of misguided protection was going to make him feel otherwise.
At least looking where I was on Dots and trying to catch up.
Also, had long meeting at church to determine what we are doing as we go into suspend.
On the other hand, I'm now very relaxed.
Sometimes people came. Mostly the Troopers or scientists, to feed him or to poke at him. But sometimes the head of Yggdrasill came to talk to him about his experiences and to tell him that it was for the best; he and Kaito needed to be protected now that their time as Yggdrasill's guinea pigs had come to an end. Keep them out of trouble as the world fell apart.
Somehow, he kept all of them from finding the keycard and Lockseeds that DJ Sagara had given him. Occasionally, he tried reaching to the keypad, in hopes that he'd be able to unlock his door. But he hadn't been able to, not yet, no matter how much he tried. He'd been treated more than once for sprained muscles under the scientist Dr. Sengoku, who had looked at him with raised eyebrows and injected him with things that he wouldn't explain.
He was going to escape from there someday, but he hadn't the foggiest idea how. But he wouldn't give up, because he couldn't give up. He was needed, and no amount of misguided protection was going to make him feel otherwise.
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Date: 2014-07-09 01:06 am (UTC)Takatora gives me the "I am stressed out but I hired my subordinates for a reason, so I will let them do their jobs" kind of vibe. I find it interesting that he's not quite innocent because he seems to know what's going on, but holds it close to his chest so as to not alarm other people.