Evangeline Anastasia McDowell

[Bazza]

Entry#: 145
Date: 23 - 03 - 819 AS @ 18:22 SUT
Title: Untitled.

So.

I opened my laptop so I could work out what the date and time was and I guess I just felt like writing a bit to try and put my thoughts in order.

First and foremost is I think I almost died the other day. I have always said I cannot cook to save my own life but I never imagined doing so would actually nearly claim it. I do believe I have subjected myself to a bout of food poisoning and I can absolutely assure anyone and anything that my hand will never touch raw food so long as life remains in my body. Especially not chicken.

As for why someone with my skill level was making food? Well. I earned myself the silent treatment after... tricking a suggestible young woman into accepting an invitation to a date. I thought it was way too good an opportunity to pass up and I had only the most legitimate of intentions. I mean she was only 14 years old! I'm many things but I'm not a pedophile. Honest.

Right. Who am I kidding? Anyway.

How often does one encounter a pubescent-aged, Kusarian, Bretonian Armed Forces pilot in Manhattan orbit? I'd certainly not seen one before in my life and I jumped on the chance to get to know such a unique woman better. Of course and understandably this upset the other... young Kusarian under my matriarchal overview.

I got to enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling of winning myself a rendezvous with this gorgeous maiden for all of 30 seconds before Misaka reigned in my wandering mind and, perhaps rightfully given her position, slapped it silly. It was at that point I was informed I'd be making my own food for a while aaaand sleeping on "the couch".

So of course me being the proud, traditional woman I am set out to make dindins for myself. I thought I was doing well - I hadn't burnt, blown up, set fire to or dropped anything and what I ended up with seemed fit for human consumption.

I casually toddled off to my little hidey-hole of the Silico where "the couch" that I'd be sleeping on for the foreseeable future resided and snuggled up to dinner and some star gazing out the portal window.

Oh how wrong I was - that night all hell broke loose. It reminded me of when I was pregnant - except it didn't stop after one or two goes. I just kept on trying to barf even when I was shouting at myself to stop it because A) There was nothing left to bring up and B) I was running out of energy. My chest hurt from the unending heaving, my head hurt from the pressure and I was well and truly outside any cognitive recognition of my surroundings beyond the location of the bucket.

There are no words that can quantify how glad I am this ship has artificial gravity. If this had happened on the Alsatia... I'd never have been able to live with it after.

I spent hours lying there in a cold sweat, knowing full well what had happened but completely unable to control it. I recall... passing out sometime during the affair and waking up a while later, exactly how long - I had no idea. I was completely and utterly exhausted. I've always had a weak body, adjusting to the gravity of the ship continued taking its toll and this... just drained me beyond sustainability.

When I did wake up, however, I found Misaka brooding over me like a mother would brood over her sick daughter. I wasn't exactly coherent at that stage seeing as I was quite severely dehydrated but I do recall being spoon-fed tiny amounts of water - or I think it was water - it tasted kind of sweet; Not that it mattered much because of course it spent all of 10 seconds in my body before being evicted. Nonetheless she stayed with me until I was able to keep some water down. How long that was - I have absolutely no idea. The past three days are nothing but a blurred, water-stained canvas in my mind.

Being able to take on water - even if only little sips of it - meant to me, at least, that I probably wasn't gonna die. Which actually meant a lot to me, thinking about it. If Misaka hadn't dug my corpse up, I do wonder now what might have happened...

My saviour of course wrote it off as nothing more than a stomach bug after the fact and vehemently denied the amount of care she plainly showed (As she often does in her adorable doses of embarrasment) but I truly and honestly think that if I had been left unattended I'd probably have gone into shock and, well, died.

I spent most of what I think was yesterday just snoozing about the place, making sure I drank more than my share of water and... subjecting the lavatory facilities to unfathomable atrocities I dare not even mention in written form.

BUT! The fact I was recently able to make a pervy remark about the view I got up Misaka's skirt while I was on the floor means that I'm certainely on the road to recovery.

AND! I still have that date. Freeport 1 on Saturday. Which reminds me...

Why was I going to Freeport 1 anyway? It wasn't for this date or, if it was, I've tricked Misaka into flying us there... which is going to explode in my face fairly soon.

I'll figure it out sooner or later...

Actually. I can see... out the window... looks like Cambridge.

Oi.

Just how long have I been out for!?

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