BoS mumbled something about it being fine, then went below cabin and crawled into bed. And laid there in sweat. She kept tossing and turning, trying to sleep. That obviously didn’t work, so she summoned some sedatives and finally got some sleep.
“No, no…It’s fine really.” BoS scooted away. But the sweating continued. By this point, there were several drops on the book. She slammed it shut, making it disappear. BoS summoned a fan. She looked…miserable. “What the hell is happening…”
“…Is it just me, or is it getting a bit hot?” BoS looked up from her book and looked at Ember. “…I’m sorry, I’m just a bit tired…” Sweat beaded down her forehead. Her armor disappeared in a puff of black smoke, replaced by ripped jeans and a tank with Cthulhu on it. BoS continued to read Edgar Allan Poe.
But house and childcare costs were ballooning, tuition got pricey, jobs are paying less, cars are also expensive, and the baby boomers are laughing at you as you work at multiple jobs to provide for yourself and your bills.