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[swarmoflies]

Uuuuuuungh...

[Sette slowly pulls herself upright, wearing a disheveled version her pirate outfit. The shirt is on backwards and the trousers aren't done up at all so that they make a quickly-caught dash at freedom as she stands up, and her eyepatch seems to be off doing its own thing somewhere. As is the fancy cutlass Fionna made for her. But Sette isn't worried about that. The focus of her attention right now is the jackhammer headache making her life hell, or possibly how goddamn bright the sun is. The bastard.]

I feel like...like Baelar's spare set o' balls, cut off an' dried in the sun.

[She manages to pry one of her hands away from her throbbing temples, and holds up her shirt to give it a sniff. She immediately recoils in disgust.]

Twins, how much did I quaff down last night? Shirt reeks o' booze...gonna need to find a change o' clothing.

[She stands up fully, and instantly regrets it. She wavers in place for a moment, lights dancing in her vision, and then she bends over and throws up everything in her stomach. Yes, ladies and...other ladies. Sette is pretty badly hung over from the big party.]

Comments

[grandtheftmecha]

Ha.

[ Katina stretches out a little. ]

Yeah well, it'll distract you.

[swarmoflies]

[Sette takes another drink, more cautiously this time.]

How long's this stuff take to work?

[grandtheftmecha]

You're pretty small, so just give it a few minutes.

[swarmoflies]

[Sette bristled at being called small, but lacked the energy to object. Too much.]

Y'ain't that much taller than me...

[grandtheftmecha]

Yeah I am.

[ She's like 5'10" girl. She can pick you up and juggle you. ]

Doesn't mean you aren't tough, and you'll probably get a lot taller.

[swarmoflies]

I better. I'm sure I'm due fer a growth spurt any day now.

[grandtheftmecha]

Eat your greens and drink your milk and you'll be as tall as me sooner or later.

[swarmoflies]

[Sette took another drink of the coffee, and then stuck her tongue out.]

Izzat how you did it? Eatin' plants and drinking from a tit?

[grandtheftmecha]

[ That gets a snort of laughter out of Katina. ]

They're both really nutritious, and good nutrition is how you get taller.

[swarmoflies]

Yeah, well, don't look to see me sucklin' up any time soon.

[grandtheftmecha]

Do they have cheese or yogurt where you come from? Anything made from milk has at least some of the good stuff.

[swarmoflies]

[Sette blows on the coffee to cool it a bit, and then takes a longer drink. Then she lies flat on her back, and groans a little.]

Don't talk to me 'bout food. I think me tum's finally settlin' a bit. Or at least it's figured out I ain't got any more to toss.

[grandtheftmecha]

Right, right. We'll deal with that later.

Wish I knew where to get an aspirin around here.

[swarmoflies]

A what? An ass-pain?

[grandtheftmecha]

As-pir-in. It's a kind of modern medicine. Good for headaches and shit like that.

[swarmoflies]

Ah. Can't you make it with that magic dirt?

[grandtheftmecha]

Haven't tried it, anyways, though I ought to.

[swarmoflies]

I'd be appreciative.

[Her head still hurt like hell, coffee or no.]

[grandtheftmecha]

I don't know if I wanna test it without someone who could make sure it isn't poisonous around, in case something goes wrong.

[swarmoflies]

Me sniffer can usually tell.

[grandtheftmecha]

I would think it'd be harder to tell with pills.

[swarmoflies]

I dunno, me sniffer's really good.

[grandtheftmecha]

Eh... hell with it. Not my fault if you get sick, but it can't be much worse than this.

Be right back.

[ Thankfully she always keeps spare dirt around. ]

[swarmoflies]

You do that. I'll just be over here, sufferin'. No rush or anything.

[Not even a brutal hangover would quell her need to talk constantly and obnoxiously.]

[grandtheftmecha]

[ And lo, Katina went, and returned, with two small pills in hand. ]

Have you ever even taken pills?