Why'd You Kill the Merchant?!

[sansseraph]

Who: ALL O' Y'ALL
Broadcast: If you want
Action: FRICK YEAH PARTY AT THE JUNKYARD...I mean, Waystation. Junkstation.
When: 10/07 - Event End

It looks more like a junk heap than a waystation, but luckily there aren't any math fetishists to add you to the pile (hopefully). Talk to the scavengers and heed their warnings...if you want. Or perhaps you'll approach a shady individual for purchasing or selling stuff.

"Welcome, stranger!"

Comments

[cajunspice]

Got it sorted for now, but ya'll be the first 'll call if I find m'self in trouble again. [After all, couldn't be worse than avoiding Assassins back home.

Looking over the bottle she indicated, Remy browsed the selection that was on display.] In that case... feel up to splittin', or at least tryin', whatever the pink one be with what looks like a starfish on the label?

[pain_train]

Good! It's always more fun to have fights when you have a buddy.

Sure! I like pink. So it should taste good.

[cajunspice]

Good, I like pink too. [Signalling to the bartender to bring over the bottle and two extra glasses, one for him and a fresh one for her, he took off the top of the bottle before having a sniff at it.] Ya know, am puttin' a lot of faith in the fact this stuff won't literally eat my stomach away. [Before turning a dazzling smile to Wrath as he poured them both a half glass from the bottle.] Ya would be kind 'nough to drag me back to my ship if I passed out, wouldn't ya?

[pain_train]

Of course! You don't weigh that much, I could carry like three or four people your size and still be able to run just fine. [Grin.] If it eats your stomach, you can just get an artificial one like mine, maybe.

[cajunspice]

[Remy let out a wide grin at Wrath's answer. The girl was always so happy and bubbly, it was hard not to smile around her.] Ya think they have those 'round here, rather know they got one in stock before I go destroyin' the only one I have. [Remy then raised his glass.] Cheers.

[pain_train]

Hm, that's a good point. I'd have to ask Dr. Crusher... [She raises her glass as well.] Kick ass!

[She downs the drink. Rough, but... she's drank rougher. And she has a very unfair advantage.] Good choice!

[cajunspice]

[Remy's own first drink was slower than Wrath's as, well, lack of artificial stomach and all that, taking a moment to try it and upon finding no instant negative effects, downed the rest of the drink to match her pace.] Ain't bad, though donno if I can put m' finger on what flavor it's suppose to be.

[pain_train]

[She inspects her glass soberly.]

It's supposed to taste like... Pink.

[cajunspice]

[Glancing to her as she debated the answer, Remy felt his smile widen at her declaration as he poured them both another drink.] Oh good, I've always wondered what pink tasted like. [He was teasing her a little with his comment, but Remy didn't think she would notice, or if she did, care he was saying it. It was all done in good humor, and in appreciation of Wrath's point of view on the world.] Though donno if I am happy or disappointed it wasn't 'star' flavor. [Referring to the label on the bottle.]

[pain_train]

Okay, so some day I will have to find the shit to make you a glitter deathbomb. That tastes really pink. Like so pink you'll be shitting pink fora week.

[She grins.] Maybe we should see if we can find something that tastes like star should.

[cajunspice]

With an outcome like that, 'd have to be crazy to not want to try it. [Yeah, it's not the best way to sell the drink, but Remy was more than happy to try it... provided that wouldn't destroy his stomach.]

I'm game for that, but gotta work out what we think stars would taste like. Or ya suggestin' we just try everything in the place 'til we find something that 'nspires us 'nough to make us think of stars? [Because that sounded fun as well.]