>Return to our room.
>Return chest to its previous location.
>Retrieve arms from chest.
> Check chest for usual growths.
>You leave to return to your room just as Chisato calls out another surge, this one nearly planting you on your face despite your best efforts. Your limbs ache and you imagine your eyes look dark and bleary by this point. And your stomach... Brushing that aside once more, you pull yourself upright and make your way back down the stairs.
>You feel a heavy resistance as you attempt to open your door, and after applying a bit more force come to suspect that the chest must have slid up against it while you were gone. Once you force the door open enough to enter, you grab the chest and drag it back to where it belongs, though you recognize this is a futile effort in the current situation.
>In fact, you are forced to quickly retrieve your arms from the chest's path as another lurch sends it on a forceful collision with the cabin wall. You
do still need those arms, after all....
>You take a moment to inspect the surface of the chest. Though you're no dendrochronologist, the distinctive pattern of ring upon ring in the wood grain suggests usual growth to you.
Also, the others are still right where you left them, humble though they may be.>Get in bed.
>Down the hatch!
>By now, the top sheet has tumbled into an untidy heap and your pillow has been flung across the room altogether, so you take a moment to reassemble your bedding before slipping inside it.
>Then you take your mug of soporific water and quickly down it. Ugh... that might not have been the nicest thing to do to a queasy stomach. The taste itself is not exactly
bad, though it's... kind of.... whoa....
>You barely have time and coordination enough to set the mug down someplace before your limbs fall limp at your side and sleep rushes up to claim you.
>You awaken sometime later to sunlight streaming in on your face. It feels like you've been sleeping for days, though you feel quite a bit the better for it. Still, you kind of
hope you weren't sleeping for days; you've got few enough of them as it is....
