Sette Frummagem, Queen of the Shartshane Frummagem (
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queenofheartsrp2012-06-24 02:43 am
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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.]
[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.]
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[ 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.
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Izzat how you did it? Eatin' plants and drinking from a tit?
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They're both really nutritious, and good nutrition is how you get taller.
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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.
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Wish I knew where to get an aspirin around here.
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[Her head still hurt like hell, coffee or no.]
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Be right back.
[ Thankfully she always keeps spare dirt around. ]
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[Not even a brutal hangover would quell her need to talk constantly and obnoxiously.]
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Have you ever even taken pills?
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[She grabs them from Katina's hand, and...chews on them. Her eyes bug out as a truly awful taste fills her mouth.]
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[ She holds the coffee out to Sette. ]
Or else you'd have known that you swallow them whole.
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The hell was...that? You tryin' ta kill me?
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It is hard to not have Katina comment on the double negative.
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