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27 days ago
Current The security camera going off in the middle of the night scared me awake last night. Good times!
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2 mos ago
I would die for a Charlie Puth and Lewis Capaldi collab song.
2 mos ago
My therapist mentioned referring me to a psychiatrist for anxiety medication, then at the next appt. said it wasn't a good idea as it doesn't the issue. I would've loved the temporary relief though...
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2 mos ago
I thought a tiny woman like me wouldn't break a sweat with the timed wall sit. Ho Ho homg wtf
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2 mos ago
Started calisthenics today; not to lose weight, but to get toned and get a little stronger. It's a 5x/week type deal ChatGPT drew out for me, but my snap, crackle, pop knees sure do love to complain..
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If I may...


Rosealyn Hayes
33 yo | Female
Occupation prior to the war: Elementary school teacher


Note: Additional information may be added at a later time.
This post will be updated with information as time goes on.
@Sugar and Spite

No worries, it's on me for not reading beyond the first couple of OOC posts right away.
Cell phones are the death of me in this site 😅

and more than a few psychiatrists have felt he does require some form of help

Challenge accepted.
The Arcadian - 24 September, 2190

Dr. Allison Sorens



Allison and Alice had had breakfast together, discussing a bit more about the mission and Allison's thoughts on it. She'd shared her hope for a discovery worthy enough of this mission, otherwise, the time, energy, and money poured into the Arcadian and its crew wound have been in vain. That was her own opinion at least, harsh as it may seem.

While eating, Allison briefly touched upon her life back home. She didn't mention her husband though; that topic was one she mostly kept to herself. If she was being honest with herself, that wound was the only one she didn't know how to properly handle. Ironic, really, given her profession. Allison has also refused to see someone about it, partly because she's always been the one helping people through grief, not the one to be receiving the help. For now, time would have to do its thing.

A while later and eventually both women went about their ways. Allison returned to her quarters, seeing a few more questionnaires had been submitted. The responses were automatically processed through the software, highlighting possible red flags such as an individual's likelihood to be a liability. Thus far everything looked fine; typical responses of individuals given their positions.

And that's when she saw it, the notification. Nothing to be done on her part, but it was more of an FYI. It was then Allison headed to her workspace. Not for any specific purpose, but she'd rather be there than lounge about in her room.
Sorry, y'all. I meant to put out a post yesterday but this holiday craze got the better of me. Thought I finished my Christmas shopping and completely forgot about my cousin's kid's 3 cousins, or something like that.

Anyway, maybe tonight after our celebration I'll put something up. If not, Merry Christmas!
The Arcadian - 24 September, 2190

Dr. Allison Sorens

@Cyrania

"Alice, pleased to meet you," she added, extending a hand to shake Alice's. "I'm Allison, also professionally known as Dr. Sorens—but please, I much prefer Allison."

Alice was the first crewmember to submit her assessment, and early at that. Her name and photo had popped with the notification, leading Allison to conclude that she didn't like to have any tasks pending. But of course, that was nothing beyond a guess.

"Want to have some food together? I don't have much going on, and I don't know anyone else here. Safe to assume it'll remain that way for a while."
@Xandrya Do you have an actual questionaire in mind?


I do, as a matter of fact. I was waiting to send it out with the email post but this is it:



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