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Nov. 16th, 2020 05:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wheyoftheadept[Saturday is sitting up in an infirmary cot, swaddled in bandages - including her throat. The tablet is hovering in front of her, near her head, and her heavily bandaged hands are obscured in her lap. She's focusing fiercely on whatever she's got there, and appears to be typing.
In a moment, the distorted voice of Alexa reads out what she's trying to say. The speakers on the table are just good enough to hear it, though it sounds reverb-y and echoed.]
Hey. Just wanted to join the sickposting club. It's really fucking boring here -
[The robotic way Alexa breaks 'fucking' into two distinct syllables briefly cracks her up]
- and I can't talk or even use my hands that much. Also Alexa keeps correcting my grammar. Doctor says I am gonna heal up though, one hundred percent. So, what did I miss? And does anyone wanna come keep me company?
In a moment, the distorted voice of Alexa reads out what she's trying to say. The speakers on the table are just good enough to hear it, though it sounds reverb-y and echoed.]
Hey. Just wanted to join the sickposting club. It's really fucking boring here -
[The robotic way Alexa breaks 'fucking' into two distinct syllables briefly cracks her up]
- and I can't talk or even use my hands that much. Also Alexa keeps correcting my grammar. Doctor says I am gonna heal up though, one hundred percent. So, what did I miss? And does anyone wanna come keep me company?