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[TCM]

"Oh well. Where do you want to stop first?"
Aesford steps into the elevator, "Man, you bouta' get whooped."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Hey, this is for you. We're getting you something, so you should pick something out."

[SOLDIER First]

grima secretly enjoys the slap and follows them

Wilson accompanies them, of course.
_{"Really, how do you do that?"}

[TheBiggerFish]

"Insofar as I know, there is no hallucinogen in the air.  What particular surreal things are you referencing?"

She gestures to the rest of the bar in general. "Are you testing some sort of new illusion device? Did you think I would be your willing guinea pig?"

"I'm afraid that this is all real for the given value of real you have."

[Sl4cker]

"Stop embarrassing yourself and your homeland! You'd think I'd believe I was transported into a space station, whatever that is, filled with... whatever the hell those things are," She points to the Donchaka. "Whilst I was perfectly hidden, without me noticing I was being teleported?!"

[TheBiggerFish]

"Considering that I was similarly suddenly here, yes."

[Sl4cker]

Her eyelids start to twitch. She seems to be taking out her rifle bullets and infusing them with magic almost subconsciously. The PKP seems to have run out of charge, and the snow starts disappearing at a reasonable pace.

[TheBiggerFish]

"... Uh-oh."

The droid prepares for combat without making overtly aggressive gestures.

[Projeck37]

Realizing that she has basically no medical knowledge, and that with the Forevermore feather out Orchid will probably be fine, goes and sits beside Chryssa. She doesn't say anything, not yet.

And no, she doesn't make out with her, not when she literally just lost her girlfriend before her eyes, why would you even think of that.

Chryssa doesn't acknowledge her, continuing to sob.

[Shadestyle]

"Please, Calm down, and we will tell you whatever you wish to know that we know."

[TCM]

Enelope points to a thrift store. "Value. And you can find all sorts of random crap in there."

@Wilson: "I just do it, it's pretty much automatic. If you wanted to walk over to someplace and pick something up off the floor, you don't have to think really hard about making your body do it, it just happens."

[IamanElfCollaborator]

"Alright, pick the stuff you want. I'll pay for it."

[Sl4cker]

"... Uh-oh."

The droid prepares for combat without making overtly aggressive gestures.

Loading her rifle with a frozen bullet, she takes aim at 6AR's chest area. "I don't know if I'm shooting at a tall, dead bush or a Russian dog, but at this point I'm willing to take either."

"Please, Calm down, and we will tell you whatever you wish to know that we know."

Of course, that is exactly when the weird black things speaking holy fucking shit startles her enough that the magical bullet's magic visibly dissipates. She looks at the Donchaka in shock whilst still keeping her rifle aimed at 6AR.

[TheBiggerFish]

The droid shifts, almost imperceptibly.

"You are attempting to shoot a [model etc.].  I do not know what a Russian dog is, but I am not a Russian dog.  Or a bush."

[SOLDIER First]

"Wow... thanks."