After a particularly rough game of Never Have I Ever at cosmographia

[2hellwiththe1stlaw]

[ Behold the Mighty Mechromancer, slumped over in an armchair, hair sticking up everywhere, smelling like a Rotgut Distillery and looking like someone ran her over a few times with a Bandit Truck. She lets out a groan which melts into a whimper and rubs her face with her robot hand.]

N-never...again....fuck....

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[attagirl]

Rough night, kiddo?

[ he can't help it: he's cracking up here. ]

[2hellwiththe1stlaw]

[ Whines ]

We were playing this game...and like...it was take a drink for every time you've been shot!

Who's stupid idea was that!?

[ She shudders and looks a little green but manages to keep it down.]

[attagirl]

Soooounds... pretty much like a one-way ticket to Hangover City.

[ he's making a face. ]

You're young. You'll be okay.

[2hellwiththe1stlaw]

Well I haven't been poofed yet so that's a start.

[She holds up her robot arm to show off her new bling. A chunk of green peridot embedded in the wrist. It is roughly the same shade of green as her face right now.]

Check it out~ Apparently this thing is like my own personal New-U station...except it works way slower. Like...three days at least.