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Who: Anyone! Everyone!
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: On the FLOOT LOOP stations! Or the planet!
When: WHENEVER time is an illusion.

[you know the drill! this is a mingle for the stations floating around the bizarre forest planet, or the forest planet itself!

want to get away from the forest illusions? are you stopping for supplies? were you just really craving a bowl of Floot Loops for some reason? whether you are backdating for pre-planet shenanigans or just want to mess around, this is the post for you!]

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You threw up? I don't know...

[Haha she giggles. What a cute mental image...]

You can't puke on every station.

[is what he's really trying to say here. are they still doing shots? he reaches for the next shot. they're probably still doing shots. he's not on the floor yet.]

[Something about this strikes her as so funny that she just starts laughing, and leans back in her seat to laugh even more.]

Hey, you don't know, maybe I can. Every station! Every station we visit!

No.

[maybe she's going to fall out of her seat. maybe. maybe he can push her out of her seat. he is going to lean precariously out of his stool and try to push her out of her seat.]

[She flails around wildly as she's shoved... IF SHE GOES, SHE'S TAKING YOU WITH HER, KID. She falls down and promptly tries to kick him under the table. In fact, being under the table makes kicking EASIER.

Take that!!!!]

[he was already on his way down, but his leg gets kicked out from under him.

and he just. lets it happen. he probably lands on her arm or something, with an only semi-aware grunt because that kind of hurt.]

Hey. [he says. instantly. to the floor.]

[Drunk cackling directly in his ear]

[where is her face. he is going to shove her face.]

Hey.

[Oops those fingers went into her mouth]

Mmblah - [She's biting a little :|]

[it takes him a while to notice, but he eventually... removes his hand...? from her face?]

[Lets... him...

And then pushes herself up to sit.]

All right, you... layabout! On your feet!

[he, unsteadily, gets to his feet and offers her a hand up.]

[She reaches up, takes his hand, starts to get up... and then trips over her own legs and eats it on the floor. Maybe pulling him back down.]

[NOPE he braces himself at the last minute against the bar and just. hangs on.]

Hurry up.

Discover silence again, you lunk.

[Whatever. She reaches out, takes a hold on his pants, and uses them to help haul herself up. In a jiffy she's on her feet, albeit swaying slowly back and forth. Look, ma! Walking by herself!]

[pushes himself off the table. it is a miracle he doesn't swing right back over onto the ground. standing, unsteadily, on his feet.]

Who won.

[.... She rubs a hand over her face......]

I dunno.

Must have been me.

[which he says. as he's turning to walk away. maybe to hide the stupid grin that's spreading across his face.]

[Obnoxious laugh at his back]

If it makes you feel better to say so...!

Does.

[perhaps... missing the point...]

[Nyuk nyuk]

You're so easy...

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