poppyhaze

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会说中文 ✨ QC at Falcon Safety Products ✨ will never be a famous writer



After the ceremonies, the Inquisitor led me to a room in the Outer Palace, showed me the flush toilet, and said I would have to get used to this. Because the sense of building nausea I was feeling wasn't anxiety, I was suffering from Xenokosmic Dysbiosis, a very fancy pair of words.

The Gods had done terraforming but The Gift was "blessed with an air all its own, and lo did the first peoples adjust with great pains and sorrows."

10 minutes later, I vomited, my first of many. Alas, a new world has a new microbiology, and I was violently ill with it.

9 miserable days of hugging and then sitting on the toilet. 9 days of falling asleep to puking into a chamber pot and waking up to puke into it again. 9 days of eating stinking fermented rice and cabbage and pint after pint of yeasty brown small beers. 9 days of apologizing and thanking the maids helping me.

Towards the end, they also brought honey on crackers, exotic fruit mead, and honey on sweet tofu pudding which made my nose run. The alcohol at least dulled the pain, and the maids dutifully changed out the chamber pots. Finally, mercifully, I stopped burping and coughing.

I felt like I was so dehydrated I could see through my skin, so my first sensible request was to ask for a maid to make a lemonade for me, but with exactly 6 spoons of sugar and half of salt per water-jug, and I drank the entire thing in a single go. Another offered coconut water, and I inhaled that as well. I needed all the electrolytes I could get.


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