The fine Doctor Van Mojo had to admit that was not the best morning he experienced so far.
He spent quite some time celebrating during that festival thing... And when he woke up today, he had a terrible and ignominious headache.
The brave man considered his options.
Yes...
Better stay in bed for this morning and try to dream a bit. Dreaming was always good.
Also it was quite cold in his cabin, for some reason.
Leaving his bed given those parameters could be considered as incredibly heretical.
Since he amended himself with those wise thoughts, our great Doctor turned to find a more comfortable position.
He was about to fall into Morphe's arms when the comms insistently rang.
"Whoever you are i'm not there" he grunted imperceptibly.
Sadly, it seems the ringing wouldn't stop, and our hero had to wake up, cursing.
After listening while yawning to the call, he moaned and headed uncertainly towards the bathroom to grab some painkillers...
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The Doc Van Mojo took the ladder with difficulty, almost succeeding to fall to the pit and land on his bottom.
He dusted off his coat and passed his hand on his forehead once he succeeded.
"Kallisti! So... Where were we? I lost a bit the track, my friend." He said while assuming uneasily zazen.