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[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

I think I might be broken.

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[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

You might be...broken? Anything I need to fix? [He looked over at her slightly concerned]

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

[Muttering to herself, something about 'stupid hormones' and 'how do you ever think like this?']

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

Sash? Tell me what's wrong. I want to help.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

I'm just...tired.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

If you've been over-working again I'll have to send you to bed with no supper.

Sash can't be any more broken than what LJ has been

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

Hmm, you are the only doctor I know of on the Grid.

Unless you mean another type of brokenness, is it something you want to talk about?

Oh, that was just about enough to bring out any latent murderousness she may have been harboring.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

I think I've just gotten used to things being a certain way and now they aren't and ...it's something of an adjustment for me.

Hormones, by the way, are nasty terrible things. And inconvenient. Have I mentioned inconvenient?

I'm glad things didn't come to that

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you are just struggling readjusting to the Grid after being in the user world. It sounds similar to an effect the users call jet lag. [Puts a hand on her shoulder]

Relax, now that you're here I'm sure those hormones will loose their influence over you. [This was just a hypothesis, but she tried to sound reassuring.]

So am I. It would've probably made things worse.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

You're probably right. Maybe I'll schedule some down-time, to re-adjust, before resuming my duties.

I should hope so. Though if I get any uncontrollable urges to fling myself at anyone I'll be sure to let you know. [With any luck Ida could lock her in a closet or something until it subsided. It would be all kinds of embarrassing if she did pounce on anyone during some sort of hormone driven craze.]

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

You can always fling yourself in the direction of your Clu, I'm sure he won't mind [well perhaps he would, it depended on what type of hormones they were talking about.]

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

He'd think I'd lost my mind. Not that I could really blame him.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

You might be...broken? Anything I need to fix? [He looked over at her slightly concerned]

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

[Muttering to herself, something about 'stupid hormones' and 'how do you ever think like this?']

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

Sash? Tell me what's wrong. I want to help.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

I'm just...tired.

[the-gamesmaster.livejournal.com]

If you've been over-working again I'll have to send you to bed with no supper.

Sash can't be any more broken than what LJ has been

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

Hmm, you are the only doctor I know of on the Grid.

Unless you mean another type of brokenness, is it something you want to talk about?

Oh, that was just about enough to bring out any latent murderousness she may have been harboring.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

I think I've just gotten used to things being a certain way and now they aren't and ...it's something of an adjustment for me.

Hormones, by the way, are nasty terrible things. And inconvenient. Have I mentioned inconvenient?

I'm glad things didn't come to that

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

I'm sure you are just struggling readjusting to the Grid after being in the user world. It sounds similar to an effect the users call jet lag. [Puts a hand on her shoulder]

Relax, now that you're here I'm sure those hormones will loose their influence over you. [This was just a hypothesis, but she tried to sound reassuring.]

So am I. It would've probably made things worse.

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

You're probably right. Maybe I'll schedule some down-time, to re-adjust, before resuming my duties.

I should hope so. Though if I get any uncontrollable urges to fling myself at anyone I'll be sure to let you know. [With any luck Ida could lock her in a closet or something until it subsided. It would be all kinds of embarrassing if she did pounce on anyone during some sort of hormone driven craze.]

[miss-bradley.livejournal.com]

You can always fling yourself in the direction of your Clu, I'm sure he won't mind [well perhaps he would, it depended on what type of hormones they were talking about.]

[tiny-doctor.livejournal.com]

He'd think I'd lost my mind. Not that I could really blame him.