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[pajarita]

starvation, now?
just another month in the hotel.
the generous my ass.

food aside, we're working on preparing one room to serve as some sort of dispensary, infirmary room, whatever.
so far medical supplies are short.
clarke might not ask it, seeing how i've got her nailing up shelves for i don't even know what (she wanted shelves), but i will.
pitch in. i know there's doctors to spare in this place, the question is - why haven't you guys formed a united front already?

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[skaikru]

Now what should we do? I can't think of anything else to build.

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[pajarita]

maybe we don't build
maybe we stock

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[skaikru]

I wish there was at least plant life in the courtyard. A garden, with something medicinal. That'd make this easier.

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[pajarita]

well, if wishes were horses we'd know what a fucking horse looks like

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[skaikru]

I've seen a horse.

They're big.

If wishes were horses then we wouldn't be hungry.

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[pajarita]

well that's now where i was going but okay

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[skaikru]

Sorry.

My stomach hurts.

( she's really hungry. and hunger's not a stranger to anyone on the ark, let alone those who landed on earth but — ah, the food dreams. )