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snowblindrpg2015-08-14 07:58 am
deus_ex_phs) wrote in snowblindrpg2015-08-14 07:58 am
[network] Day 24; @standardissue; Fatigue [open]
[Morning]
[He's more tired than he should be.
No. Really. It's easy to chalk it up to the cold, to the fact that he's been trudging through snow with the barely adequate protection of a coat and a scratchy sweatshirt found in the house he'd woken up in, a thin satin bathrobe wrapped around his neck and face like a scarf, but the fact of the matter is that he still shouldn't be this tired. Not so weary that he'd dozed off while skimming through the contents of the tablet within the first couple hours of his first night here. These are hardly the worst conditions he's ever been through. It's nothing compared to some of the grueling days he endured back in the Wutai war. But it's almost a struggle to get his body to get up and get moving when he wakes up in the morning the next day.
In fact, at first, the only thing Kunsel can manage is the near-habitual motion of pulling his PHS out. Only, not his PHS. Not the one he spent half of one of his mission paychecks on so he could get the latest upgrade available. That one's safely stowed in his backpack, unfortunately useless while he's this far from any ShinRa cell tower. This one is... well, he can definitely admire the model, even if he still finds the whole thing a little suspicious.
Then, more to get his brain active than anything else, he types out a simple text.]
[Network: text; @standardissue]
Someone tell me how to go to hell. If the rumors are true, at least I'll be warm.
[Once it's sent to the general network, he gets around to the business of eating what counts for a breakfast of a tasteless ration bar and water.
[After nightfall]
[The lingering exhaustion doesn't clear up the way it should in anyone with SOLDIER enhancements. It helps once he gets going, continuing his search of his surroundings, but it shows in the way he doesn't search the buildings he comes across as thoroughly as the ones he found the first day.
Even so, at the end of the day, when he finishes his reconnaissance of the house he's found himself in for the night and has curled himself up in a bed, he finds he can't sleep. Too many thoughts. Too many worries. He hasn't found any running water yet, or any significant caches of food, other than a can of creamed corn. (The bag of opened and highly suspect potato chips doesn't count, even if the bag itself might prove useful in another way.) He hasn't found any way to contact HQ. He still has no idea where he really is, even in relation to the maps people have made. His sore muscles only add an extra edge of anxiety.
Well, anxiety's at least something he has a familiar coping mechanism for. With little else to do, he pulls his tablet out and spends some time just browsing. Eventually, he even puts together another text.]
[Network: text; @standardissue]
Am I the only one experiencing abnormal fatigue? I mean, obviously I'm still awake, but the rest of my body feels like a lead weight, even though I haven't done anything besides hike through the snow. Vision's not as sharp, either, and my hearing seems duller.
Are these symptoms of something I should be worried about, or is this normal?
[He's more tired than he should be.
No. Really. It's easy to chalk it up to the cold, to the fact that he's been trudging through snow with the barely adequate protection of a coat and a scratchy sweatshirt found in the house he'd woken up in, a thin satin bathrobe wrapped around his neck and face like a scarf, but the fact of the matter is that he still shouldn't be this tired. Not so weary that he'd dozed off while skimming through the contents of the tablet within the first couple hours of his first night here. These are hardly the worst conditions he's ever been through. It's nothing compared to some of the grueling days he endured back in the Wutai war. But it's almost a struggle to get his body to get up and get moving when he wakes up in the morning the next day.
In fact, at first, the only thing Kunsel can manage is the near-habitual motion of pulling his PHS out. Only, not his PHS. Not the one he spent half of one of his mission paychecks on so he could get the latest upgrade available. That one's safely stowed in his backpack, unfortunately useless while he's this far from any ShinRa cell tower. This one is... well, he can definitely admire the model, even if he still finds the whole thing a little suspicious.
Then, more to get his brain active than anything else, he types out a simple text.]
[Network: text; @standardissue]
Someone tell me how to go to hell. If the rumors are true, at least I'll be warm.
[Once it's sent to the general network, he gets around to the business of eating what counts for a breakfast of a tasteless ration bar and water.
[After nightfall]
[The lingering exhaustion doesn't clear up the way it should in anyone with SOLDIER enhancements. It helps once he gets going, continuing his search of his surroundings, but it shows in the way he doesn't search the buildings he comes across as thoroughly as the ones he found the first day.
Even so, at the end of the day, when he finishes his reconnaissance of the house he's found himself in for the night and has curled himself up in a bed, he finds he can't sleep. Too many thoughts. Too many worries. He hasn't found any running water yet, or any significant caches of food, other than a can of creamed corn. (The bag of opened and highly suspect potato chips doesn't count, even if the bag itself might prove useful in another way.) He hasn't found any way to contact HQ. He still has no idea where he really is, even in relation to the maps people have made. His sore muscles only add an extra edge of anxiety.
Well, anxiety's at least something he has a familiar coping mechanism for. With little else to do, he pulls his tablet out and spends some time just browsing. Eventually, he even puts together another text.]
[Network: text; @standardissue]
Am I the only one experiencing abnormal fatigue? I mean, obviously I'm still awake, but the rest of my body feels like a lead weight, even though I haven't done anything besides hike through the snow. Vision's not as sharp, either, and my hearing seems duller.
Are these symptoms of something I should be worried about, or is this normal?
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For a given definition of "enough."
[Because let's be real, it's pretty hard to obtain a level of warmth that could be called comfortable here.]
Not cold enough that I feel like it should be draining me like this, let alone the other symptoms, and I've traveled farther on missions in similar conditions. It's only my second day, too, so I can't even blame compound effects.
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This place can get to you. It could be that.
I'm not feeling it but other people have had something similar.
[ He thinks, at any rate. It's hard to tell for certain. ]
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Do you remember if any of those people mentioned how long the symptoms lasted?
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[ Not that he saw, at any rate. If Kunsel had been here for longer, he would have said to move house as soon as he could. But if it's only been his second day... ]
Try to build a fire and rest?
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That's probably the best thing I can do at this point. I haven't found tools I can use to start a fire yet, but if this keeps up, I may have to stop and rest anyway.
no subject
Sorry.
Get inside before it gets dark.
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Thanks.
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[He doesn't have any qualms about taking things from abandoned, ruined houses.]
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I hope you feel better soon.
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[With that, he turns his tablet off before lying down for the night.]