voicetestingggggg god help me. aiming for next cycle.

[satana]

Are you forizzle right now? Oh, no, no no no.

Look, I don't care whatever deprived childhood you had to roll around in, cuz if we're getting up into the compare and contrast contest, oh, honey, am I ever going to win, and have I got the stories to prove it. You could crack out some junk about dirty hobo uncles stickin' things where they don't belong or dragon fighting or whatever and it still ain't gonna be a good enough reason for you tossing this lady to the dogs.

You hearin' me, muchacha? Because mama doesn't care who's got the puppet strings so long as she's got the scissors. And I don't do horror flicks. Sure don't do spaceships.

Especially don't share headspaces with dudes who smell like they've been rolling in llama yarf. Lemme out. This is not happening.

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[satana]

And noir!

[ Santana appreciates a classy skank or two, a'ight. But still, Irene's getting crossed arms, and sized up accordingly. ]

Yeah, sure. If we're rocking it up in George Lucas' wet dreams, there might as well be some King Arthur crap around here too. Or drinking cough syrup. Whatever she thinks is cool.

[adlered]

You're a half a step behind noir, actually.

[ oh please, santana, as if that's going to scare irene. she remembers being like you all fire with a bite to rival it. guess what? time changes things, and oh sweetie you have a long way to go before you intimidate her. which is why you're getting a raised eyebrow. ]

George Lucas would have had some sense if this was his wet dream. And as far as having King Arthur crap...don't tell me you actually think adding a dragon to that mess will make things better.

[ el pause-o. ]

You have to learn to play the game before you can have your strings cut.

[satana]

I was talking tall, dark and mysterious in front of me. Please. If I'm gonna be a jazz, it ain't gonna be a smooth one. It's some crazy Latin trumpets that you can at least dance to.

[ Still, she may not be queen of her pond, and it may be a small pond, but she's still used to flinching to shying away when she gets the way she does. Irene barely bats an eye, and the impressed corner of Santana's mouth curves up a fraction. ]

Besides, dragons exist to gobble up the peasants who probably weren't gonna make it anyway. I don't spend too much of my day thinking about Dungeons & Star Trek.

The thing is, in Lima Heights Adjacent, oh, honey, you invent the game or you leg it home crying.