Cracks in the Glass

The feed starts up. Milo's empty desk is seen to a second, before the scene flicks across to what appears to be security footage of a nightclub. The quality is poor, but not so degraded as to miss a lone figure sitting hunched at the bar.

Over the course of an hour, the figure apparently orders a large quantity of spirits, taking the drinks as they come. Shot glasses sprout like mushrooms, before being cleared away by the woman at the bar.

After some time, the figure tries to stand up, collapsing to the ground in a heap with a glass in his hand. It falls, shattering on the tiles. The figure is hauled away by two burly security guards, and life at the nightclub resumes as normal.

The feed closes, flicking briefly back to Milo's empty apartment before going blank.

Distractions

The Feed Clicks on. Audio Only. There's Static, a bump, and Milo begins his Log.

Last Night was... Interesting, to say the least. I've made a mental note not to take my date to the Skyhook in future. Vince, Kelsy and Kimochi, between them, managed to make a rather large mess of things. Whilst I'm concerned for all three of them, I'm pissed that they had to be so loud about it.

Still, I enjoyed the date up to that point. Turns out she speaks Gallentean quite well, which caught me by surprise. Way better than my Matari.

He Chuckles

We had a bit of a chat about things, My past came up again, The soup was good. Well worth the wait I think.

There's a Beep sounding very much like an error notification from a datapad in the background. Milo is heard swearing in Gallentean.

I'd just settled down after finishing my Soup, feeling very relaxed, when Drama breaks out on the other side of the room. Vince had managed to get himself into some kind of Love Triangle. I don't really want to know the details. I headed back to my apartment early, after bidding Celia goodnight.

There's a flurry of keys in the background, and another Error notification sound.

She's Far too distracting that one. It's really difficult for me to keep a clear head when she's aroun- Aha!

There's another Error message, a flurry of keys and the Feed Closes.

Under the Influence

There's a Thud, and the Visual Feed clicks on. Milo comes into view, the camera drone tracking him as he crosses the room. He grasps for a bottle of water on a worktop, and finishes it all in one go.

"Oh, my head."

He closes his eyes, groans once more, and begins the log.

I honestly don't think I've had that much to drink since I graduated from FNA. I don't think I've enjoyed myself as much either. All I can really recall of last night is Me n' Celia trying to get through The Skyhook's entire stock of Gallentean Brandy.

He groans again

I think we might've succeeded. I found a badly written note I'd left for myself on my worktop. It read something along the Lines of "Food. Celia. Friday." I can only assume I asked her out to Dinner. I can't think what else it could've been.

I have vague recollections of Newt's snoring echoing throughout the Skyhook as Celia helped me out. I tend to lose control of my legs when I drink a lot. I should really try and work out why.

He rubs his head and looks over to a screen on the left.

Looks like my Ares has arrived. It's weird. only a week ago I swore by CreoDron, and flew no other. Two kills later, I'm heading into Roden built ships. Guess it's probably a good idea anyway, I generally prefer playing Gunner over Drone Controller.

He blinks again.

S'pose I'd better get this thing sorted out.

He heads over to a side door, and the sound of running water is heard. The feed winks out

Flawless

There is a click, and static as the recording starts. Milo's voice seems calmer than it has been in previous entries.

These recordings have been a real help for me. They're another outlet that helps me stay sane.
Despite this, I still managed to lose my cool in The Skyhook after the PRETA Awards Ceremony last night. My suppression subroutines had been playing up, and Memories of Al kept Surfacing.
When they finally did start working again, I was in the most bizarre of moods. Ran into someone I'd seen in the bar a few times before, Names don't need to be mentioned as there's a possibility DED might get hold of these files, and he seemed a decent enough chap. 5 minutes after I'd met him, he'd sold Celia Nerve Sticks, and I was asking for Frentix.
Jude walked out, not wanting to get involved, and 5 minutes later, my Suppression Subroutines blew out completely.
I left the bar a wreck, ashamed, angry and wracked with guilt. Rather than taking the usual slow route back to my apartment, I used the maintenance elevators in the hope I could get back unseen.

There is a click, and soft, relaxing music is heard in the background.

As soon as I got back, I set security to maximum, and plugged myself in, purging every single kilobyte of data linked to the Suppression Subroutines from my head. I felt so much better for it, and I think I even managed to get rid of the last of the ASRS Firmware that had been hanging around in my head. It's not quite flawless yet, but we're getting there.
I can no longer hide from the problem regarding Suicide Circuits in old ASRS Implants, something has to be done before I lose more than old friends.

There is a click, and a beep from the background.

Hmm, seems Al's old Stabber has Arrived at last. Let's see what I can do with it...

There is another click, and the recording ends.