=005= [Voice, then Written Text / Action for HazMat Crew]

[willwork4sugar]

[Voice]

Just a few weeks. Yeah. I can do this. No problem...



[Half an hour later...]
[Written]



[Shipmates, feel free to find the poor guy sprawled out by the table in the galley. Unfortunately, don't expect much response from him over the journal. Someone's going through sugar withdrawal.]

Comments

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

N....no...! Nothin' like that...

[Voice]

[princelycharm]

So, are you dying because of old age?

That can happen too, you know?

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

.....

[Okay, this guy...]

...sugar. I said I'd swear off sweets until we made it to that candy island.

[Voice]

[princelycharm]

And so...?

Is someone torturing you because you can't swear off sweets??

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

[That thud is his forehead against his hand on the table.]

N-no....'sall me... Never...stopped cold before...

[Voice]

[princelycharm]

You poor poor thing!

How many months have they deprived you????

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

........

....it's only been a day so far.

[Voice]

[princelycharm]

You can die after a day of no sweets???

You poor thing!!!!

[Voice]

[willwork4sugar]

..........................

[Aaaaand there goes the volume again. It takes him some effort, but he's going to try very hard to nudge his journal closed because goodness boy, you're not helping his headache.]