COMIC: Space Camp: Day 5 (Patreon)

This chapter really took it out of me. More so than the last one, which was all about being lost in depression-brain! But yeah, around page 58 I became just... super mentally and emotionally depleted turning my notes into comics. I have a feeling these last few pages will get heavily revised in the second draft.

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Here's the breakroom at Space Camp. You could leave your lunch in the fridge and the only cutlery stocked was plastic forks- no knives.

This is a different angle in the break room, to the right of the door in the first picture:

Did I share this picture in a previous post? It's Group Room 5, where we had all our classes, except for most of the Expressive Therapies, which was in the arts and crafts room. The cabinets in that room all had locks on them to keep the scissors away from access until the instructor brought them out- and then promptly returned them when we'd finishing cutting up magazines to turn into collages. I think most of the scissors were those safety-rounded kinds? But I didn't make a note of it, so I don't know if I'm fabricating that memory.