Swamped

You've been getting a funny feeling. It's little things that keep bugging you.

Sure, maybe this guy's new and hasn't read up much on glaxin gas. Maybe he's adjusted so much to having a wizard on board that he doesn't think it's weird.

But he's also a medic. And you may not know much about medicine, but you do know Doc was always complaining about outdated equipment. And there's a few things you can see here that you recognize from her office.

It's one thing for the Marshguards to be years behind the curve, mind. You're a bunch of exiles and you can't afford to be taking gift horses in the mouth. But a ship that's going across the ocean ought to have a lot of money behind it, and on a long voyage, proper medical care is critical.

So, maybe you'll look like a fool. If you do, so what? It's not like that hasn't happened to you a thousand times before.

"Six months," you mutter. "And that's just for a third of the journey."

"Is something the matter?" the medic asks.

"I've lost all track of time. I'm not even sure what year it is any more."

"It's the eighth of Green, 392," the medic says calmly. "PA, if you need that specified."

You think he means it as a joke. Post Aedra is a term mostly used by scholars. Although, maybe the gods find it a useful distinction. Then again, why would they bother with a system made by mortals?

But the meaning is clear enough. You've somehow gone seventeen years into the past, to the day even. Either that or you've taken on a lot of glaxin.

The walls are also strikingly familiar. They look a lot like the walls on the airship you left. But it couldn't be...

Well. You can joke back. And maybe learn a thing or two in the process.

"And it'll be almost 395 by the time you get back," you chuckle. "Too bad the ship can't fly, eh? Or is that what the wizard's here for?"

The medic seems to pause for a moment before answering.

"I don't actually know if he can do that. Anyhow, you seem to be recovering, and I've got other patients to take care of. I'll ask Mr. Resk to let you have some rest before he comes in to question you, but I don't expect him to hold off for more than ten or fifteen minutes."

"That's fine," you say. You watch him walk off.

You suppose you'd best prepare yourself for the questioning as best you can.