REPORT 003 :: HOMECOMING // VOICE // ENCRYPTED 20% // BACKDATED TO SUNDAY EVENING

[daisy023]

This is SPARTAN-023...[Click, click, click, click.] logging an event in the journal on Jannuary 30, 2531. MJOLNIR helmet inoperative. Temporary measure-- [Click-click!] until UNSC logging equipment is repaired.

I've been hit by an experiment of the Malnosso. Current effects are reduced height, speed, reflexes... [A groan accompanies the fall of something heavy into a table.] strength. Even physical conditioning is gone. Conservation of race, memories, training, gender, and some mental prowess. [Metallic munitions of many kinds are scrambled in a box.] At least I won't have to crouch to not hit the doors.

[She continues to walk through the room with rushed steps, and quickly creaks a door open.]

Lucky I hadn't set myself up in the MJOLNIR, otherwise--

[Her words and steps end abruptly. The hinges continue to screech until they lose momentum.

There is a silence in the apartment that lasts a minute.]




Mom.


[The woman remains in silence until the journal ceases recording.]

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[aero-dienamic.livejournal.com]

I see. [[She has an idea in mind, but, she'll have to think on it later on. For now, she takes the mug from Daisy, wanting, but not actually commenting on why I soldier would know how to cook... or specifically, know how to make a treat like hot chocolate.

Val simply smiles back at Daisy.]]

[daisy023]

[SPARTAN-023 did not consider herself an excellent cook. She just knew how to prepare these things out of lessons given by her instructors, on how to make their own food and drink should personnel lack.

Secretly, Daisy had always loved sweets.

Daisy sat with Valvalis, and drank her cup in silence. And for what remained of the afternoon, she was happy.]