~chuckling~

Waking up. Blues slowly opening as she comes to. Head buzzing as she barely slept all night after they brought her ... here. Where "here" was she did not know. Not that it mattered. She was ... here ... for a long time, it seems. Or so that "judge" said.

The events of the past week were still a blur in her mind. She came to the area to vacation for spring break. Her friends raved about the nature here, especially on the islands. But she was only here a couple of days when they arrested her. She still was not sure on what grounds. The "trial," if you can call it that, was swift. She was found guilty, of something, and sentenced to this ... place. Whatever it was. Wherever it was.

Damn hot couch damn wicked

shakes head

she is ill.... has been for a bit I cant say more right now not send good thoughts her way.

hi missy jo!
how are you tonight?

you're not really complaining about peeking at vassh backside are you?

brow arches

just dyin from heat,,,heat index is down to102

Damn good thing I don't have a drink that "handsome"
part would have made Me spit it across the room

Lol but shuts up..🙃🙃😀

Thinking to myself, eyes up staring the other way

Hiya missy jo

howdie dear

The Tables
Oh it’s ok acting!

*smiling as you take my hands and I’d squeeze yours lightly*

I mean some things are real like three decades ago when they threw tacks on the ground or people went through the cages and stuff. That’s all mostly unexpected though.

*looking as I lose another hand to a dealer black jack*

Damn….

*laughing*

hi..anything fun dear?

Haven't seen Your Woman about of late She OK?

~laughing~...aaaaaah yes...again, my apologies...I just keep forgetting that part!

Hiya missy welcome hi

The corporation is currently making things difficult with their next steps in treatment. They want the biopod implanted within a new frame, but they do not want to release details on the frame.

It's nothing unheard of. Likely proprietary netrunning gear, or weapons that would set off red flags.

In his own clinic, he'd have the purview to say weapons would not be implanted under his watch.

Here, money talks, and his employing corporation determines what is suitable. If they bring in tank to put this biopod in, he'd have to do it.

The biopod was also unique. A custom job that he'd had several scans run to piece together what he could understand about it. The ports all looked standard, but there were too many of them, leading him to believe there was some greater networking capability of the mechanical body it was implanted in before.

Programs flash across the screen, vitals, status bars, and timers. Overlapping with what is overlaid in his own visual field by his optics, networked in to the Trauma Team triage listing. In any moment he could be called away, or toil here to run up billables for this patient.

good evening missyjo

jackboots clicking on concrete as I slowly walk down the block, head turning, inspecting every slut and cell as I pass
mostly exhausted women, some sleeping, some eating their rice and mystery meat since it's Thursday
a few meet my eye then quickly wither
I could mess with them, but I don't bother

handsome too

winks