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[Empiricist]

((6AR's got 10 SYN, Simuna only has 4 INT to defend with. If she only had Sleep/Stun resistance ))

[TheBiggerFish]

"You know not of the Force.  Ah well."
((Actually, this is a Charm, not a Sleep/Stun.))

[Sl4cker]

((6AR's got 10 SYN, Simuna only has 4 INT to defend with. If she only had Sleep/Stun resistance ))

((sod off))

"You know not of the Force.  Ah well."
((Actually, this is a Charm, not a Sleep/Stun.))

She points at the droid weakly. "How. That's absolutely impossible. This is an illusion."

[TheBiggerFish]

"It is not."

6AR picks the bullet up from the floor and passes the bullet to Simuna.  It has pancaked noticeably.

[Sl4cker]

Stunned, Simuna sits down, takes out a bottle of water that's been frozen over, crushes it, and then drops the crushed ice into her mouth.

[TCM]

Enelope walks into the thrift store and looks around. "Hm..." After a few minutes of searching, Enelope finds a peculiar badge; it's white, outlightened in grey, and in its center are three diamons, yellow, red and blue. "Is this distinct enough?"

[TheBiggerFish]

((Why is she getting a Steelers pin?))

[kj1225]

GB sighs at the near shooting in her bar. AGAIN.

[SOLDIER First]

"It's nice."

[Shadestyle]

The Donchaka seek out Yamal if she is seek outable.

If found, the High Priestess, Lupapon looks exasperated.

"Madam Yamal, my tribe, in their one track minds, have reached the consensus that we should ask for a painting to be made of you by me for the purpose of recording history."

"They just want a picture of the 'giant ship lady so cool!', but you reserve the right to refuse."

All of them are carrying a large bolt of cloth likely stolen or acquired form somewhere, for the purpose of the painting.

"So Yamal, would you agree to be recorded in art for Historic purposes?" Lupapon repeats herself now that diplomacy with ice lady has failed.  The Donchaka look at her gun with awe and interest.

[Twi]

The Donchaka seek out Yamal if she is seek outable.

If found, the High Priestess, Lupapon looks exasperated.

"Madam Yamal, my tribe, in their one track minds, have reached the consensus that we should ask for a painting to be made of you by me for the purpose of recording history."

"They just want a picture of the 'giant ship lady so cool!', but you reserve the right to refuse."

All of them are carrying a large bolt of cloth likely stolen or acquired form somewhere, for the purpose of the painting.

"So Yamal, would you agree to be recorded in art for Historic purposes?" Lupapon repeats herself now that diplomacy with ice lady has failed.  The Donchaka look at her gun with awe and interest.

Yamal, between drawing all the fools to the bar and drinking them under the table, allows this, for she is a proponent of international cooperation in the name of science! Oh, wait. I guess history counts too.

"But if you wanted to board me that badly," she giggles, winking playfully at the tiny tribe as she assumes the pin up position, "you could have just asked, you naughty little things ~"

[Sl4cker]

Simuna stares at the Donchaka.
She promptly pours the rest of the ice-in-a-bottle onto herself.

[Twi]

Simuna stares at the Donchaka.
She promptly pours the rest of the ice-in-a-bottle onto herself.

This makes Yamal notably more amused. No surprise there.

[Shadestyle]

3 of them pass out in an adorable manner, the rest blush profusely while Lupapon merely slaps her head in exasperation as she has them set up the cloth for painting and gets to work.

Eventually, the painting is complete, ready for framing or pinning.

[Empiricist]

((*cue crafting roll with their 2 INT* ))