Indigo_Plateau
Backdated to 3/16!
He was restless. The Negaverse's limited hospitality and real-world comforts meant that even if Feldspar could be content to sit in bed and play on his laptop or watch tv, Negaspace didn't have the resources that would allow that. The wi-fi was terrible and the cable was nonexistent. He was ready to go home. His family and work hadn't heard from him in three months. He'd missed Christmas. He'd been trapped in the Negaverse infirmary for barely a week to ensure that nothing too terrible and as-of-yet unseen had befallen him.
But the overall begrudging consensus was that despite his three months in the Rift and the assault that had brought them there, Feldspar hadn't seemed to sustain any actual injuries... There was no reason to keep him, if he wasn't hurt. And no hidden afflictions were immediately forthcoming.
Sylvite would be around to keep an eye out for any developing conditions, and Feldspar was perfectly content to agree to anything that would let him leave as soon as possible.
His first actual week within the Negaverse's ranks had seen him mostly working on his own and trying to figure out for himself what exactly he should move forward with, but it couldn't possibly hurt to have a more experienced superior that was actually in the information branch, right? Besides, she seemed nice. Young and enthusiastic, but nice just the same.
Since he didn't exactly have the ability to teleport himself out of Negaspace, he assumed Sylvite would be the one to do so, and she would probably be here any minute to get him out of here so he could go home.
Feldspar sat on the bed and waited impatiently, patting his hands against his knees to serve as some sort of noise in the otherwise eerily silent infirmary.
Living with that for a week really had been quite enough.
